The Brooklyn Rail

This was the song we danced to when I lived in Asher’s home, and I, because of a mistranslation, would say "a door" instead of "adored." We would burst out laughing at the idea of wanting to be a door.

Your value, your presence, your magnetism
 moved through me from the very first moment

My door, Asher
You are already in me

I adore you
I adore you
I adore you

Without you, New York hurts

My door, Asher

I wanna be a door
I wanna be a door
I wanna be a door

The door you opened
into a full life,
where you gave me a place
A space of connection and complicity
where everything expanded

You made me feel like family

I adore you
I adore you
I adore you

Your mischievous laughter gave you away
and we would enter a frequency
that fed itself endlessly

I wanna
I wanna
I wanna be a door

Your protective soul
made me feel at home,
safe, cared for,
like an Italian Madonna

Your lemon with hot water in the morning
The timing of your beloved dogs’ walks
The ironing music
The shared breakfast
The walks in the park

You opened the door
to the New York I dreamed of

You gave me a privileged place in your life

And it will be that way forever

My door, Asher

You are already in me

I wanna be a door
I wanna be a door
A door

Lyrics by Yapci Ramos, sung to The Stone Roses' song I Wanna Be Adored: https://youtu.be/4D2qcbu26gs?si=4mToon_kTLQ1NQV6