Medieval padlock in a Hindu temple in Kathmandu (Nepal)
Photo credit Sigismund von Dobschütz
Courtesy of Creative Commons


Snick
(for Jared)
Annette Marie Hyder

I see you changing
for whoever you are with
whatever lover of the moment
or group you're allayed with
you are a skeleton key
turning every lock
 
opening hearts right and left
but never having that snick
that perfect fit
of one thing
among all others
being specifically
for another.
 
The locks tumbling for you
are all loosely uncompelling
the doors opening — could be any door
your seamless entering and leaving
speaks of thievery
that's bored
with ease of entry
and guaranteed exit.
 
So even though you've changed
again
(this time for me)
your "all access pass"
looks suspiciously like
the same old rusty key.