The morning that he left for Miami,
he showed me where the loaded guns were kept.
There was one under the bed
and one in a lower kitchen drawer.
On the refrigerator,
he had written a name and a phone number.
"The plumber," he said.
"But why would I need a plumber?" I asked.
"In case the water main breaks," he said.
I laughed and leaned over to kiss him,
but he drew back.
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