“Go on and bleat about it.”

I am lingering in a doorway
wishing for a glacier to come and drown
me.

“Leave your boots at the door.”

I am twisting faux tresses wishing
melodies would erupt from them.

“Don’t babble, just drink.”

I am tumbling backward
so to find
a lock.

“Take your hat when you leave.”

I am without

a hat

to keep away the storm.