THE DOOR

An evening on the floor

is no big deal.

It'll be kind of fun.

The people walking by

to get to their apartments?

That's just part of the gas...

This is gonna be a great story

to tell around the cooler.

Why did I choose her as a room-mate?

Why couldn't I have picked someone

stable, secure, sane?

What made me think

I could rehabilitate

such a freak

such a fragmented foolish fiend

as she?

Did it not occur to me

that she would lock me out

at the first opportunity?

What possessed me

to think I could make this work?

What is wrong with me?

I will never see my home again

and I have only myself to blame

for opening my doors

to one such as she.

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