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.
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