Doorways
A Poem
Published in
Jul 29, 2021
She says it
all lies with me now
already flipped upside down
cursing slow moving
cursors
that have dragged thoughts out
the bronze
doorways – slow like
the drugs have taken hold
slow like the coffee
stains
on that door
She said – lies with me
like she had a grave no one was
waiting in
turning the stones
over
I was looking for possible writing there –
this discovery something out of
the Rosetta one
with several impassioned phrases but
no body
on the dirt
I guess – if it’s me
I will try standing up now.
J.D. Harms 2021
