The Refrain

Feet on the doormat:
it used to say something, but it has been flattened.
The choice moment:
key in the lock.
Eyes closed, deep breath:
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.

Red, at the stoplight.
A glaring red, they are situated so.
The countdown, too slow.
Street corners were meant
To put people on display.

In bed, with knees and stomach.
Three blankets are not enough.
This becomes like:
trying to push the last of the toothpaste
to the end of the curled up tube.



Side note: sometimes it's really hard to do things you really want to do. I need to stop being passive.