Door Shopping

The son shares a personal myth that begs revision

To re-envision sometimes changes facts

Sharing is an opportunity for insight

The day I move in or the very next day

I go to a home improvement centre

I browse doors

I buy a door to serve as my desk

And milk crates as legs and bookshelves

Then an office supply store

Two reams of photo-copier paper

A package of ten or more black, medium-point pens

Sometimes I also buy a new chair

Otherwise I ask to use one

But the missing chair unbalances their room

Then I feel guilty almost daily

At least for now

I am set for my mornings

Until all goes wrong

And all is abandoned

And I need to go door shopping again