Slow Dance
I broke down the door to our home,More than once.But I remember the first timeAs clearly as an ant magnified in a pearlOf dew— You laughed and said, “Brilliant, nightmarish,Ridiculous, your key’s right there—On the terrace.” I had to reattachThe door frame with a hammerAnd nails. After that, breaking was easier.I barely kept trackOf where my keys were. Each drunkenEvening… Read more →