Forgotten Keys
I avoided keys of my car all
night; stayed far away
from markers and pens and
bits of crayolas that are
lost somewhere in the
garage. I knew what my
fingers would write if
I let them, so by breaking them
into razor-edged shapes,
this overused table would
remain antiseptic. Musings tried to
creep without being so damn
introspective; now my
mind is full of smudged lines,
broken sentences, and I
hardly remember where
on earth did my hands
put all the other three keys to
the doors, hallway, closets?
Three Keys for John Lawless
5 July 2016
Copyright © Manny Paras | Year Posted 2016
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