i am a girl with a wobbly glass door knob.

turn me again-- 
i've come loose from the whim
of too many wrists-- i am the 
girl with the wobbly glass door knob--
come on in come on in 
come on inside-- i twist
easy for boys like you 
& i can tell you're afraid 
of opening something
so fragile-- 
this is the kind of love 
without a key hole to 
lock us up in--
i buried my keys long ago beneath 
the hydrangea bush--
the front door
is made of rice paper
so my hair stands up 
when you breath--
across the room you are nothing
but a only breath in my frames--
i rattle in the archways of my ribes--
you are scared of how much
i know about you just
from an encounter with your sweaty--
candy-dish hands trying
desperately to turn a door knob--
you hold girls like nonpareils--
melt me-- break me like this Eucharist
body-- you made me a god
to turn & turn & turn--
pirouette princess-- that's
how boys like to open up
a door to a house they
only need to walk in to 
own-- this is the conquest
of the space my body has
been permitted to occupy--
you make me 
into the entrance way of a museum
full of paintings only you can touch--
oh boy 
you can open the front door 
but i can peel you apart slow
in lobes of clementine-- 
& you haven't even been
able to walk inside
-- this is what we what
have door mats for--
wipe your hands & your feet--
the coat room has a chandelier
hung by a string of fake pearls--
the ceiling is sometimes 
a mirage of stained glass--
boys don't know much about 
houses-- mine has more
rooms than doorknobs--
more windows than wind chimes--
what are you doing here?
this is post-colonial--
i'm still unlearning the
mud from your shoes
in the corner of the living room--
turn off the television--
i didn't tell you 
there was anything worth watching
this flicker inside the den 
of my chest was only a citronella
candle to keep the mosquitoes
out on the porch--
next time you decide
to visit bring orchids or
a key to your house--
no i won't be visiting--
but i do want to teach you what
it's like to wiggle loose
& lose door knobs-- open open open 
without decision--
my door hinges break into flight--
blink themselves into butterfly
& gypsy moth--