Summer 2016

Revisiting an old love...

See I taught them young

about no door being permanently shut.

Always assume a way in

I proclaimed early on, despite the locks,

security, the bars, blazing attempts to

keep doors shut.

That's why I had to come.

Because he said “I'd like to meet him,

the One you write about,”

and I said it was too late.

So the boy flesh of my flesh

stared me down. “This door is shut then?”

Oh f**k, the tickets booked

bags packed and I had to walk the talk

or else risk disappointment.

The door was shut.

I asked. Was redirected.

Waited making small talk

pacing, pacing, fearing the unimaginable.

A van pulled up eventually.

“I can't turn around,” I said.

Son said, “You have to.”

Then after all these years

of insisting no door's ever really shut

the boy man watched us

smash it down in seconds

and understood it as a fact.

Integrity intact

it still sucks though. Just saying.