Literature
recreation
i closed the gates
to this [mis]adventure park,
nailed boards solidly over three
shiny & carefully positioned
locks, and lamenting,
delivered twin ciphers
into the ocean. the third,
i carried home. traipsing
away, i vowed this was over, but
the consequence i kept
confined, encased in ice, called
my name too loudly. i de-boarded
the gates, unlocked the locks, slipped
back inside. later, i returned
the boards and re-fastened
the locks. i gave the key
to a passing magpie, then chased
it home to my freezer. i dug myself
a secret tunnel, and every
once in a while, i creep
along in the dark. if i must
allude to it, i call it my brief
sojourn, a l