Opportunity
The door won’t open
again. That ear piercing
croak of the hinges
cries whenever I try.
It trimmers
and aches
‘til I let it
shimmey
off its track.
The hardware store
calls my name—
if only it weren’t for
that damned jammed frame.
The door won’t open
again. That ear piercing
croak of the hinges
cries whenever I try.
It trimmers
and aches
‘til I let it
shimmey
off its track.
The hardware store
calls my name—
if only it weren’t for
that damned jammed frame.