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.
