A key is missing—
the door still functions
as barrier, strategy
of space, a delineation.
*
A key apart holds
value, possibilities,
although its door rots
open, leaning into tall fields.
*
Without you, I am still
useful, I task
solid as a plank.
Rebecca Irene is a graduate of Swarthmore College, and recently received her MFA in Writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her work is published or forthcoming in Sixfold, Amaryllis, Dime Show Review, and elsewhere. She lives in Portland, Maine, where she supports her word-addiction by waitressing.
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