Apologies, but I have run out of welcomes and goodbyes and of all those other words that step in and out of men's lips.
I need to rest for a second.
I’ve had plenty of that human touch, gentle mostly, sometimes hard. I was once slammed shut, do you remember? I blame the wind for that slap, gone like a squeak.
Do not worry that your home has left the building - it’s still inside, standing by the kitchen sink, washing the dirty hours. It likes its slavery fresh and sparkling.
And the key… Please keep it safe, for now, inside your rib cage. If it gets lost, you can cut a new one from my rib.