The kitchen cabinets.

The bathroom upon entering

and exiting.

The dryer. And the washer.

The back door. Closed but unlocked.

Overnight.

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 -

also forgotten.

Cheeks red; body a seated statue.

Maybe he thought we'd done it on purpose?

That's what I would have thought.

Forgotten doors

left open

on purpose.

You always forgot to close the fucking door!

Always!

And I...I sat with my legs open

then. Still.