Seaside, 12a.m.

& slamming the car door closed
& an ocean roaring in the dark
& pushing a cut key through the lock
& a deadbolt turning clockwise
& stepping through the threshold
& climbing the carpeted stairs
& taking off my clothes
& collapsing into bed
& there is a deadbolt in my chest
& there is a lock I cannot see
& I wish there was an ocean
roaring inside of me