inandout.

Garden Gate, by Doug Hickok

He said if he could count
the number of times she’d
walked out on him,
his coffers would be filled.

She said if he would think
of the many times she’d
walked right in,
his wishes would be his.

Then she casually
walked out the door
and slammed it in its face,
as if the door was him:
her unfaithful lover.