bang bang banging

on the door.

“Open up! It’s the police!”

I look down
at the busted jug
and at the dent
in the wall, where the statue

virgin mary
whizzed past my head.

Sure, I could have left
run away years ago

but each time
we took another gamble.

The gambling is over.

I step over him and open the door.

Fred Nicholson