rip the lock from the door, gouging out chunks of wood rinse, rinse and repeat. ----- tear the chain from the doorjamb, leave the door swinging wide open for all. ----- swing the door open and permit entry at will: no secrecy here.

Poetry 101 Rehab: Lockdown

sometimes, i trace the locks that line the door. they are several and they pretend at security. the air is thin in here, oxygen tastes like dust and the wallpaper droops, shrinks away from the wall. (even it doesn't want to be here) it's a ritual now count the locks at night and double-check them.… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Lockdown