Knock and It Shall Be Opened to You

When Daddy Tries to Work

If I could enter your office,
if the door were unlocked,
if you’d let me in,
I would stand in a corner
and watch you work.

If the door were unlocked,
if you’d let me in,
if your guard were down,
I would hold my breath
and close my mouth.

If you’d let me in,
if your guard were down,
if you glanced my way,
I would stand there—
absolutely still.

If your guard were down,
if you glanced my way,
if our eyes met,
I would hold your gaze
as long as you’d let me.

If you glanced my way,
if our eyes met,
if you smiled at me,
I’d weave my lashes together
’til the tears stayed put.

If our eyes met,
if you smiled at me,
if you opened your arms wide,
I’d tiptoe across the room
and melt into you.

And I’d never say a word.
I promise.

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Logos in Reserve

Word Hoard

My word hoard
continues to grow.
Soon there will be
no room for me.
The stack
is becoming
too big,
too teetering,
too good-for-someday only.
I try to add nothing,
try to take nothing.
I need the silence,
but can’t remember
where I put it.