Poetry by Michelle

The Door

Say death is just a door
that opens onto the next place
only it’s locked
and the guard stands there
impassive
unarmed, but for an impressive moustache
expecting you already know
how to get through
since this is something
you were supposed to figure out
in your lifetime.
You had years, after all.
What is your excuse
for arriving here
without the secret code?
How could you have wasted
all that time?
Everyone hopes the guard
will have mercy
and whisper the password to them
on the sly
until they see
he has no mouth.
— Michelle Barker, First Published in Tesseracts 14

Michelle Barker's books on Goodreads
Old Growth, Clear-Cut: Poems of Haida Gwaii Old Growth, Clear-Cut: Poems of Haida Gwaii
ratings: 1 (avg rating 5.00)

The Beggar King The Beggar King
reviews: 8
ratings: 21 (avg rating 4.00)

Tesseracts 14: Strange Canadian Stories Tesseracts 14: Strange Canadian Stories
reviews: 4
ratings: 15 (avg rating 4.07)

Tesseracts Fifteen: A Case of Quite Curious Tales Tesseracts Fifteen: A Case of Quite Curious Tales
reviews: 4
ratings: 14 (avg rating 3.79)

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