“THE DOOR KNOCKER”

here comes the door knocker,

with her bag of black and white vomit,

of angels and dust,

here comes the door knocker,

in her mouth the tongue jabs the tooth

that aches the most, 

here comes the door knocker,

bearing absolution for the unrepentant, 

carrying i’m sorrys for the face spitters,

door knocker,

aren’t your knuckles bleeding?

and if this is being the bigger person

why are you three inches tall?

here comes the door knocker,

pounding violently, linen clothed,

bare footed, as snow falls, white

as the feathers stuck between her teeth

mute ghosts release locks to

a house that has no floors, she

willingly enters and falls.

M.L. January ‘25