the introvert’s love letter to the invention of the door

June 29, 2020

praise be for that everyman barrier to all things too social and loud
that lets me peacefully sit and watch seinfeld on repeat
i could go out and get but instead i can use amazon and tweet
without extensive shoulder-peek and that’s why

sacred is one frame two hinges a bottom sweep and solid oak
that keeps headphone-less music in and strange relatives out
at gatherings like the lock was my own personal st. michael
who fights crowded thanksgivings dinners at gates to hell and

glory be to fruits of janus’ domain that’s the door god even if you think it dumb
that ferries my escape through bathroom window from
shithelooked a boy i frenched in fifth grade whose feet i tumbled over by the punch bowl so

hail to the chief of interior division and divide
that because i don’t think neanderthal me was fond of letting paul watch me pee
in the berry bush ha i thought that line up as mother nature calls and
i’ve been hanging up on her for an hour and thus

long live the creation of the dutch the pivot the paneled
that quiet touch of butt with dress and bra untangled
because it means with a fan on I cannot hear my roommates’ fuc
king is the wooden boards we adore and that hovering mothers’ deplore.

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