She trusts the screen door.

“Keep them out,” she says.

Push away those
who ask 
for what can only be given once.

Handcuff the narcissists
as their entitlement
follows them to the front door.

Crush the lovers
who have been granted
one too many times to “love”.

“Keep them out,” she says,
as her knuckles turn white with a grasp on the
door handle.