These Are The Doors I Opened and Shut and Slammed in Your Face

salvaged doors, grant edwards

the lady behind me slams the telephone reciever into the table and the cab company on the other line. "im about to cry," she states. three times and to herself, but i think she's hoping i hear. i try looking busy.i dont mind crying, it even feels good sometimes. but i would never say it like that and outloud like her. she walks out the door in her beige trench coat and sneakers. i feel like eating fried catfish and a soda from that place down the street today, can you spare some change?...fried catfish reminds me of my dad but not of being charitable. its 11:30 at night. the doorbell rings its archaic ring and i hear someone talking nervously outside. i try not to make any sudden moves or flip the lightswitch. they leave and i give my dog a treat for barking. forgive me god. if they really needed my help. forgive me, if they were you.