1
one night, my fingers
turned into skeleton keys.
I tried to open all
your doors.
my affection for you
now stands, knees knocked,
arm in a plaster white cast.
2
I played a song
just for you
on the radio.
I faltered when I held
the mic to my mouth,
stuttered my way through
names & titles.
3
I opened the oven
and my bread had turned
to roses.
the petals curled in the heat,
against the dead of winter.
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