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Thirty-three go by and not once do you come home
To a man sitting in your bedroom
That is, a man you know
Who came a long way to deliver one very message
Lock your door, you idiot
However invincible you imagine yourself to be, you are

years go by
And you loosen the of teenage nightmares
breasts hang like a woman's
And you jump at shadows anymore
Instead you may simply to admire
Those move with the grace of trees dancing past streetlights

And you walk through your without turning on lamps
of the angle from door to table, from table to staircase
Sure of the of steps, seven to the landing
Two to turn right then seven
Sure you will stroll serenely on the walkway of memory
Across your bedroom and collapse with a onto your bed

Shoes falling thunk thunk the floor
And there will be no man, suddenly all that time sitting there
Sitting there on must be the prize chair
In your collection of uncomfortable chairs with a wild look in his
And hands that you cannot see, holding what? You do not

So sure are you of the endless drumming rhythm of isolation
That you are painfully slow to
If only because is not that genre of story
Still and again, cannot muster the stuff of movies
No shattering glass instead fear sits patiently
Fear almost smiles when you see him

Though you have kept him waiting for thirty-three
And now he has let in
And he has brought you of teenage nightmares
Though you think you see, in your naivete he is empty handed
And brings you great relief at the time

New as you are, really, to the that
Even after you've long since gotten used to the
They can all
While you're out one night a drink with a friend
Some big may be turning a big dial
Switching channels on dreams
Until you find yourself lost in
And your daily life with the sound off

And of course having cautiously turned down the flame your eyes
There are more around everything
vision, a dim flashlight
That you to shake all the way to the outhouse
Your solitude elevating itself like the spirit of the
Presiding your supposed repose, not really sleep at all
a sleeping position and a series of suspicious sounds
A clanking pipe, a branch, the footfalls of a cat

All of this and
The of the soft leather of your intruder's coat
As you walk him step by step to the door
talked him down off the ledge of a very bad idea
Soft leather, big feet, almond
The kinds of details the officer would ask for later
With his clipboard and his in your hallway