999 Z54

the door was an open wound
knew it was absurd
shut and open
shut and open
climbed the fence - to - to
get inside

it felt the same

hard to describe
like an old jukebox
got her song on repeat

i closed the door
sewed the screen sheet
trust me
to shave my head
don’t you know it

and maybe

and maybe

well I learned how to care
like I learned how to speak
slow and stuttering

and maybe

it’s all prose
but what else is left

just a door opening and closing

I’d prop it open
if given the sign

put this in a bag
and say

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