Intruders.

Too much coffee
not enough company.
My pulse pushing blood like
lumped porridge through veins made
with saran wrap and blue tack.

Three times, how many men.
How many pairs of hands heavy
with the weight of a plan, or lack of
scrabbling at the crook of my front door.
Bring it on, trembling men.
I’m ready for more.

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