the envelope on the floor

open when you’re sad”

said the envelope on the floor.

block letters, but her handwriting.

i was not sad but i was killingly curious,

so i went on whitehouse dot gov,

and in seconds i was furious and terrified

and sad too.

i opened the envelope.

wouldn’t you know it,

another envelope was inside.

“open if you want another chance”

this one said.

hmmm.

do i?

within this envelope

were probably more envelopes

but there was also something that wasn’t.

best guess from size, shape and flexibility

was that it was a hotel room card key.

i did want her.

i thought though that the hoops

she would like me to jump through

were a red flag.

just when i decided to do nothing, though,

my doorbell rang.

.

three weeks later

i am not sad

and i need no further chances.