if you came to my door <br />maybe I'd let you in. <br />maybe we'd sit with cranberry juice staining our lips <br />and discuss exotic birds <br />rich and enormous <br />or what would we do if <br />we had eight hundred purple balloons? <br />but maybe I wouldn't let you in <br />and maybe you'd stay at my door until it caved <br />and maybe you'd leave <br />and leave me <br />with my nose between the blinds <br />wishing and wishing <br />you had opened the door yourself<br /><br />Morgan Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knock-knock-7/