the human bullet,
zoom towards my target:
the portal between
a receiver and
loving mothers,
tax returns,
adventurous beginnings.
Six inches away,
I stand frozen to the ground,
with a kettle of mixed emotions
effervescing
in my eager mind.
Like a kid who Wants to Know
the stove is hot,
my sweating, shaking hand
reaches into my worn leather jacket pocket,
grasping
for the small unique copper key.
The unlocking-click echoes the
starting
of an engine.
Squinting as if I was staring straight at the sun,
I slowly pull the tiny door open.
But, my eyes go as wide as hula-hOOps,
as they discover the
BIG
WHITE
ENVELOPE
with
Sister
Melissa
Kristine
Boyer
typed in the center.
2 comments:
Wait--what? Where are you going? WTF, dude? Why didn't you say anything? It's because it is to The Middle of Nowhere, Canada, isn't? Where the sun is GONE for six or more months of the year. HAHAHAHA. Irony.
I haven't gotten it yet~! ;) You'll find out as soon as I find out, no worries!!
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