Old Habits

I prefer my room door closed,

even when I'm alone in the house. A habit

I picked up as a masturbating teen.

Here, I know what I have. There are no skies

nor horizons to doubt.

Once, I wished for a bigger room,

not for the space, but for the larger scope

of certainty. Perhaps, this is the same

reason why the people prefer to live

in houses: there is so much to fear

in the endlessness of the outside. Given a wish

now, it would be to reduce the world

into the limitation of a closed room.