by Sine Qua Non

i think about how you knocked on the door and expect to be led to the bed. the outright frankness. the bold gesture. the appeal. the arrogance.

yet i received you. or hesitated to. our exchange was vague. the wordplay dripped with subtext. we lost the meaning to the metaphor.

we opened the doors then closed them. broke through the windows and drew the curtains. shut the world out. locked ourselves in.

we try to act like adults. but we leave our bikes outside the gates we break into. the wheels, searching for Somewhere Else, are still spinning.

whose house is this anyway? which door? what room?