Hi. It’s me. A door.
I don’t have a name. I feel like being a door is enough.
When I meet someone and they tell me their name, I nod quietly. They’ll often ask my name. I say, “It’s door.”
Sometimes they’ll say, “Dohr?”
I’ll say, “No, door.”
I’m not trying to make a point. For me it sums it all up. I open. I close. I keep out the elements and unwanted guests.
I used to be a tree. Back then when someone asked my name, I said, “tree.” Sometimes they’d say, “Trey?”
I’d say, “No, tree.”
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