an entrance

it’s hard to write about entrances when i’ve been awake since 5 AM thinking about closing doors.

is everything that needs to be inside in?

is everything i want to keep out on the right side of the door?

i’ve been changed by the last 3 years.

but everything looks the same again.

like it never happened.

like a blip.

and i want to keep sheltering in place, a lifelong hunker downer,

still baking bread and working inside

and wondering if I locked all the doors.