I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE elevators. They go up and down. They go up and they come down. I LOVE pressing the button. You press it – and then it turns red! Nothing else that I press ever turns red. You step in. No – then the door opens, then you step in.

Can I tell you where West 42nd Street is? No! But I appreciate that you would talk to me, too, man!

I can never tell when the elevator’s stopped moving. People tell me so I don’t have to tell me. I feel like I’m moving! It’s the beautiful mystery of life!

Oh when I go home I am broken. There’s no elevators! My brain falls down. I’m crying. But – when I wake up again I am happy again. Because somewhere, there’s an elevator.


10 thoughts on “ELEVATORS!

  1. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this. The tone is so enthusiastic! It’s like one big literary smiley face! So positive! So hopeful! Amazing!

  2. Aw, thanks MS. You know, I wrote this one late last night, when I was half-asleep. I may have even been asleep. I’ll have to check the surveillance video.

  3. I maked love in an elevator one time! It was very goods but it finish before we got to 6 floor. Oh well at leest i done this.

  4. Shouldn’t elevators be called something else when they are coming down? The word elevator doesn’t fully cover this activity, it is like they are always going up…I honestly like your posts. Sorry for my English, should it be not perfect, it is definitely not my best language. 🙂

    1. Thanks! You know, you’re right – “elevators” is a little optimistic. Maybe we should just call them death boxes!

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