as a kid
you loved the revolving
door.
admired its
crazy
wedge of space,
turning heavily
as you pushed,
locked inside
the glass
cage.
how you could spin
and spin
around all
day
until your mother
grabbed
you by the ear
and yanked you
out. you loved
the revolving door,
but enough is
enough today.
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