Doorways
A feeling of doorways.
Crumbling while we’re trying to relax and watch tv.
Numbers while chewing.
On my mind are edible as a fire.
I’m available for that appointment.
If it’s the clear kind.
That makes my joints itch.
And spiders make it worse.
A feeling of doorways.
Like a path but rectangular.
Seems normal yet is uneven.
Like cherries which are soft and have small creases.
Creases like sand.
On the path to the door…
We lift off.
And embrace.
It’s weird like a chair standing up.
He lifts off the ground.
Lassos us in.
A feeling of doorways.
A feeling of doorways.
Is inevitable.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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