Doors

she opened the door again, tonight.
two weeks of awkward contortions
and i’m right back in hell.

maybe five minutes
a basic exchange
faint hope comes across the threshold

i took the offered knob

shiny, freshly carved olive

and shut it again.

Fuck.

self-assurances crumble under the golden glow
coming across the threshold

less time now, not enough
to fix this

did it have to be this way

to get what i needed? ◼︎