Curiosity Killed the Cat

By Jessica D'Ambrosio

Every morning and

every afternoon, I walk past

the door. And every morning and ever afternoon,

I catch a glimpse of the keyhole.

Don't look, Mom always shakes her finger at me.

How could I walk past without looking,

When Mom says so many times, Don't look?

Don't look, I mimic Mom, my imaginary finger wagging.

Compliance dictates don't; curiosity dictates look.

Mom says both; Don't look.

So, which do I obey? The compliance or the curiosity?

I walk past the door and I catch a glimpse of the keyhole.

Tomorrow I will look,
And tomorrow it begins again...