Hinge

I am already too old to sneak

around my own home.

The hinges are well-oiled.

The floors are faux,

they do not creak-

-but my bones

they groan and croak, whine, and protest.

I hope you understand.

You’re going to hear me coming ‘round the house

I want it to be a welcome sound.

Mel Sherrer

Pronouns: She/Her

1 Poem

Hinge

Mel Sherrer (she/her) is a writer, editor, and educator. She received her B.F.A. from Hollins University in Roanoke, Virginia, and her M.F.A. from Converse College in Spartanburg, South Carolina. She is the Social Media Editor for South 85 Literary Journal, and she teaches private lessons. Mel also conducts Creative Writing and Performance Literature workshops. She currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada.