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  • Kristy Chillemi

Locked in A Cycle

The keys jingle

in the woman's hand.

The keychains and 10

keys all clank against each other.

Dragged back and forth from place to place

from home, to work, to the supermarket.

Never leaving her side

wondering where they could go,

longing for freedom.

As the woman arrives home,

they lay their teeth on

a window

with bright glass panes

and open doors.

As she walks through the door she

frantically throws them on a loose hook

they fall,

run through the window

and the whole world is theirs.



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