picture frames floated through my brain as i stood in the door frame.
pants with pleats, shoes that gave the reflection of an unsure man,
an off white shirt held together by a tie of polka dot assortment.
socks sweated through
and that embarrassing squish as i move ahead in line.
i've not yet hit the inner rim of the door,
there is time to retrace steps,
time to hide in the past,
but the tip tap or my morse code fingers
gives all the nonsense to the air.
more frames wait in line to find their place
on this awkward time line of tunnel vision thoughts.
but i won't stop going door to door.
-lowt
