Won Exit
By Elizabeth Metzger
In one or two lives
I opened the door with the prize
only to find the prize was not worth the life.
I wanted the door.
Brave mahogany door, you be my fortune.
Teach me to understand the jungle cry
in your grain, the suffering circles
by which your tree wisdom is known.
I was superior with handles,
gentle with thresholds. Then, this.
Choices at morning hours I usually skip
but there is a little cash flow of beauty
where there is almost no more water.
And there is not room and light enough
to stand behind the second
and listen anymore—
I am going through the language of me now.
I am flipping open the dictionary of myself
with my tongue, as if that were possible,
to find your first word.
In the torture of a foyer
doorless for entering, I am entering none.
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My Thursday morning involved laundry and other exciting chores. I had a dentist appointment in the afternoon, which means I didn't get a lot done afterward, but it was a gorgeous afternoon and there were three bunnies on our walk plus one munching in front of our house a lot of the day.
We watched She-Hulk before my usual Thursday night Zoom call, which remains pretty enjoyably fluffy though there's some indication it might get a lot darker soon. After the call, we rewatched The Rings of Power before the new episode tomorrow. Some of the craft displays at Boonesborough Days:
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