A lonely Matinee
The Grandeur of a Doorpost
Dearest doorpost,
As I leave you each day
My heart quakes with lonliness.
Do you love me too, doorpost?
The way I warm up your door with my bodice?
How I wish in times of woe,
I could open the door and climb in
To the shelves I know so well.
Alas, I cannot!
The stubs that would fall upon my face
Would be too much to bear,
Yet I torment myself by writing in your log each day
Knowing another shall take my place in but a few hours…..
Must you be so coy?
I wonder how many managers have had sex with minors on those doorposts.
i like to disregard those wonders