Paranoia

Last night in my dream,
a broad frame broke into the house and
I heard his feet outside her door. What more
reason did I need to slip from bed, to bring my
hammer into contact with his ignorant head.
Intruders, into my thoughts my home my
safety and there is no looking to others.
And so there are weapons hidden about the house,
and I sleep half awake
and I check all the locks and
I stare into the street.

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