He turns the lock ten times because
ten is just a zero added to one,
so it’s really like he only turns it once.
Bristles scrape and scratch his teeth
and sour citrus sears open wounds,
but that just means it’s working.
There’s no outlet in the hall closet
but best to check anyway that
the iron is shut off and unplugged.
The windows are covered in foil because
he can’t sleep if he closes his eyes
to find the world a little darker than before.