THIS DOOR IS ALARMED:

 

I’m shaking from the inside out, surrounded by tea & coffee 

darlings. Dancing for the moon, I feel laminated, low on sleep.

I reach out then pull back, not ready to touch anything yet. 

I’m raw, but you look happy, have you been here before?

You ask me, 

“Do you enjoy the weather?”

I don’t want to bring you down, but I stick to the shade, 

hope you’ll get the message without asking again, not be 

offended. 

You point,

“Look! A Bosendorfer on the beach! Is that Nickie on strings?”

 

I want to leave, slip away silently, leave you smiling, 

go up into the mountains & breath. 

 

(K)