“The woman who opened the door was not old,
but seemed frail and done-in.

I could tell she was suspicious, but I was wearing nice clothes,
aftershave, and the Rolex Submariner
I bought in the year of the goat,

so she mistook me for someone interested
in buying her house and invites me in,

tells me she’s moving away, needs a quick sale.

Once we were in the kitchen, where there was more light,

Guess what?

I couldn’t believe it:

Same table, same dishes, same chairs. . . .

Thought I was dreaming.