The kitchen cabinets.
The bathroom upon entering
The dryer. And the washer.
The back door. Closed but unlocked.
Even once, the car door
after retrieving our sleeping baby.
Then there was that time
in the new house
when we christened it loudly.
The bedroom door –
a forgotten necessity.
And our first guest in the living room –
Cheeks red; body a seated statue.
Maybe he thought we’d done it on purpose?
That’s what I would have thought.
You always forgot to close the fucking door!
And I…I sat with my legs open