It's secrets I'm talking about.
Concealed subjects.
Confidences suspended in time.
And all of the pressures
that insist they clam tight
or pop open.
To tell or not to tell -
they come at you from all sides.
shrinking even further
the space in which you operate.
Loyalty to a friend
or relief that the truth
is out in the open at last.
No credit cards.
No safety pins.
No nail clippers or letter openers.
This is all you have to work with.
___
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, Perceptions and the anthology No Achilles, with work upcoming in Big Muddy Review, Gargoyle, Coal City Review and Nebo.
Concealed subjects.
Confidences suspended in time.
And all of the pressures
that insist they clam tight
or pop open.
To tell or not to tell -
they come at you from all sides.
shrinking even further
the space in which you operate.
Loyalty to a friend
or relief that the truth
is out in the open at last.
No credit cards.
No safety pins.
No nail clippers or letter openers.
This is all you have to work with.
___
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in New Plains Review, Perceptions and the anthology No Achilles, with work upcoming in Big Muddy Review, Gargoyle, Coal City Review and Nebo.
