Friday, September 30, 2011

The key you have not lost


The key you have not lost
                           

is there between those spaces,
not by or in, but flanked between
the here and there, living like a fugitive
on your skin. It is a prelude to our
memoirs, the text of a poem fused
with nectarines, an exploration
through Copper Canyon, visions
of Haiti’s angels licking my ears,
a hypnotic dance on sands
matching the colors that mesh
upon your hips, an experiment
we refuse to put down, an invitation
to cross the doorway of the home
I no longer occupy.

The key you have not lost
is not the manual for a digital
camera, or calendar entries
for next month’s readings. It is not
the Popular Mechanics article
you wrote to put food on our table,
or a classified add on craigslist.

It wants to be the bungee jump
into the pangs of a deer in heat,
the obituary of bolted doors,
or a listing for all the vacant walls
on which we'll scribble our graffiti.

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