don’t look away

from the paper

but escape,

run the door is open.

down the hall and

farther down the stairs

until no one can

find you anywhere

think of her and you:

the possibilities,

you know

they won’t happen but,

imagine them anyway,

curate them til

they make your

stomach flutter-

until they could just

maybe happen

but run,

the door is open…

and now it’s

completely locked