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Four More Years * Land Day a Smashing Success * Member Bio: Susan Brown * Poem: When I Hear the Door Open * Eco to Go: Packaging Redux * I'm Back * Wish List

When I hear the door open, I shut my eyes

by Tom Christopher

We carry love the way the first amphibians

learned to carry the sea.

We are walking oceans.



When you come into my room

I pretend I am sleeping.  Somehow

I'm still attached.  Somewhere



inside of me there are lights

like phosphorescent fish

gliding across the ocean floor.



I'm out of advice, but you tell me

when he gets like that, everyone around

turns into wax paper.  You can't imagine being

without him.



Still the radiator murmurs,

islands swallowed by the tide. 



It's amazing that opening a door

a thousand times can build muscle,

even if it's the same door.



When we talk, sometimes we both

have herring bones stuck in our throats.



It's amazing that a door bell can sound

like an insect or that after all of this

when I see your face framed

by my hallway, breathing noticeably

from the four flights of stairs,

my mouth still says, hello.

Four More Years * Land Day a Smashing Success * Member Bio: Susan Brown * Poem: When I Hear the Door Open * Eco to Go: Packaging Redux * I'm Back * Wish List