Hard Knocks

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
to open the door.