a father, paranoid

shoulder high silhouette  

in my darkened dining room

as i mount the stairs and then pause eyebrows taut and pensive 

sleeping child and wife above

microwaved nachos and a bowl of salsa in my hands

i turn back and down the stairs

and bravely face the opening from foyer into darkened dining room

yes, i see you

mylar balloon i forgot was in here

no my heart is not racing 

do not be stupid you are a balloon

goodnight keep an eye out for intruders. 

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