From the collection published in 2022, Writing Notebook 2021.
Door to Door
Then that day comes when
hand raised to knock on the door
bangs on the window from inside
shows its teeth and salivates
Let me at you
comes clearly to my ears
even through the triple-pane glass
I finally understand
once and for all
no matter how bad I need the money
I am not meant
to be in sales
4 thoughts on “Door to Door”
Hehe! My imagination went on a romp and the conclusion was not at all the direction I was heading! Wonderful!
Thank you. I think I was remembering selling Girl Scout Cookies about 55+ years ago and how that started my sales career (not).
There’s a chilling, horror-adjacent atmosphere to this poem that I love. I absolutely could never have worked in sales. I don’t have the gift of the gab or the chutzpah or the ability to keep weathering all of the rejection – never mind the stress of the instability of a commission-based income.
Thank you. I guess my dread and fear of sales work prompted this poem (and my failures at any job I did that required it). Starting with Girl Scout cookies. Although now that I am older I think I’d be better at it – finally I just don’t care if I get rejected, it’s only a job! But I would never be good at it and never ever go for a job relying on commissions.
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