The Battery

He disconnects the wire to the battery
and tucks it out of sight--
not that she would look for a battery wire,
that she would even know to look.
He steps back, grabs a rag to wipe his hands,
tugs his oil-smudged jacket straight,
and gently clicks the car hood shut.
He walks up to the house, resolved
that the time has come
                   to show her who is boss . . .

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