I started picking at the lock again the one I know I'm not supposed to pick the one I try to forget exists until I find my fingers bloody victims of the tic tick tick tick just need to hear the mechanism click but the keyhole always shifts one moment a beckoning silhouette of an evening off from the kids flickers into likes and follows blink and it's parental approval followed by a dick and then just as quick we're back to stranger's clicks and maybe a sugar fix or the eyes of the friend I haven't seen in years but I keep dreaming thinks of me and oops we're back to dicks and now skinny thighs but nothing fits and yes I've tried the trick with the credit card and one with knives and I'm afraid to go down that road again and so I'll carve myself a key of words and I know it will not work but at least the whittling keeps my fingers from picking what can't be picked @amnotpoetry