Poem of the Day: Lock and Key

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12 / 28 / 2014

Poem of the Day: Lock and Key BY RACHEL SHERWOOD I hardly know where to look anymore. Places have a putrid familiarity like the smell of my own sheets or the close air of the kitchen — fishbones on the drain left in the ghastly order of temporal things. I have been sitting in this bar for years now the beer is stale, the wine off-color the music is always the same, old, sad songs that get older no better than endless conversation night after forgotten night when all I or you can recall is the dark, the traffic lights, the bartender's comments about drunk women in public places. I would like to go home finally, down the long streets north and south crossed with small gold leaves; I forget just where the hell anything is. Locked out. Rachel Sherwood, "Lock and Key" from Mysteries of Afternoon and Evening. Copyright © 1981 by David Trinidad. Reprinted by permission of David Trinidad. Source: Mysteries of Afternoon and Evening (Sherwood Press/Yarmouth Press, 1981) RACHEL SHERWOOD Biography  More poems by this author

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