I broke down the door to our home,
More than once.
But I remember the first time
As clearly as an ant magnified in a pearl
Of dew—

You laughed and said, “Brilliant, nightmarish,
Ridiculous, your key’s right there—
On the terrace.” I had to reattach
The door frame with a hammer
And nails.

After that, breaking was easier.
I barely kept track
Of where my keys were. Each drunken
Evening flowed into each drunken
Night—

We’d scream at each other at parties,
Stumble home
Like Beethoven
Across the sea floor, each step
A cloven note.