I will take every chance that you give me. Give me your limits, then I’ll reach them all.
I will go further, to prove you don’t love me;
to prove you won’t catch my serrated fall.
Everything opens a fairy door, be it a watch, or a card, or a screw.
You just have to find the right door for it, darling.
Or better yet, let it find you.
I like doors that open with knives, those are the ones that are opened at night.
So things can be stolen, and severed, and blurred;
like a wrist, and then into the light.
I love doors that open with wine, those are the spiraling, maddening sort.
I keep clanging these lone, empty bottles together
and constantly coming up short.