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Bottom Ten

I began this poem in 1998 and finished it a decade later. It was finally published three years ago this month. It seems to speak to our increasingly fractured online times.

I live with my door shut.
You can’t come in.
I am alone in my completeness.
I am complete, alone.
I am one,
Only.

SLAM!

I live with my door shut.
It’s cold in here.
My window is open.
It faces against the sun.
But I am too,
Lonely.

SLAM!

I live with my door shut.
Don’t bother me now.
I have things to do
But not with you.
I am testing
One, two three.

SLAM!

I live with my door shut.
But your hand keeps knocking.
You try to open
But I close again.
It’s only for
Me.

CLICK!

I live with my door shut,
A barrier smooth and cool.
It protects my secrets,
Which melt in the light.
Clutch them inside my five
Fingers.

SHUT!

I live with my door shut,
The hinges rusting.
A quarantine sign
Deters you from entry.
There is sick
Here.

CREAK!

I live with my door shut,
Hoping against hope.
Actually not – I’m
All crapped out.
Seven come
Eleven.

WHAM!

I live with my door shut,
An illusion of safety.
A game of chance
For losers, behind
The eight
Ball.

CRACK!

I live with my door shut,
Schrödinger’s Cat.
See me  –
Change me.
Nine
Lives.

HISS!

I live with my door shut,
Hanging by a thread
Over the razor blade of the future.
Not betting on this hand.
Ten
Fold.

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Bottom Ten

I live with my door shut.
You can’t come in.
I am alone in my completeness.
I am complete, alone.
I am one,
Only.

SLAM!

I live with my door shut.
It’s cold in here.
My window is open.
It faces against the sun.
But I am too,
Lonely.

SLAM!

I live with my door shut.
Don’t bother me now.
I have things to do
But not with you.
I am testing
One, two three.

SLAM!

I live with my door shut.
But your hand keeps knocking.
You try to open
But I close again.
It’s only for
Me.

CLICK!

I live with my door shut,
A barrier smooth and cool.
It protects my secrets,
Which melt in the light.
Clutch them inside my five
Fingers.

SHUT!

I live with my door shut,
The hinges rusting.
A quarantine sign
Deters you from entry.
There is sick
Here.

CREAK!

I live with my door shut,
Hoping against hope.
Actually not – I’m
All crapped out.
Seven come
Eleven.

WHAM!

I live with my door shut,
An illusion of safety.
A game of chance
For losers, behind
The eight
Ball.

CRACK!

I live with my door shut,
Schrödinger’s Cat.
See me  –
Change me.
Nine
Lives.

HISS!

I live with my door shut,
Hanging by a thread
Over the razor blade of the future.
Not betting on this hand.
Ten
Fold.

(Photo in the Public Domain)

Read more poetry here.