There’s a knock on the door but it’s only silence

I think name, rank, serial number,

what I did with all those days in my time trust,

how much love I murdered by slamming down the phone,

how many ideas I flushed away in fear,

what words I had for the person across the table,

how much shame I swallowed to keep the peace,

how much I lost when the sun came to sit with me

on balcony confessionals and I refused to feel


There’s another knock and I invite him to come in

Whomever he is, I want it to be over, to do

whatever gruesome business he’s been hired to do.