The revolving door

I am NOT a revolving door
for you to step in and step out
as you wish
as you feel is adequate
in order to satisfy your---
throbbing pupils
empty hands
& dry tongue.

If you didn't notice,
I'm more than a door
for you to enter, slam,
and diligently turn your back on.

Each time you walk out in rotation,
a bigger part of you dissipates
together with the air of arrogance
which quickly vaporizes
my voice and my fury
and makes my chest harden
without a beat.


-M. Peña