Darcy Isla
Unlocked
we leave our front doors
unlocked these days
we have bigger worries
than taking each other’s stuff
stuff, our only companion, only engagement
the very sight of it suddenly abhorrent
instead we long for someone
to dare to cross our thresholds
take away our false company
and forage in our presence
share in our breath
we set traps
nude pictures on Instagram
child’s play in the window
an elaborate display of shiny treasures
shake our tail feathers in our living rooms
in the hope of other bodies
springing to attention
responding to our calls
into the void
and when they indulge their desire
in our forbidden private spaces
when they come within arm’s reach
we can take them up in our arms
and dance them to the kitchen counter
proffering our range of drinks for guests
—Submitted on 09/20/2020
Darcy Isla‘s work has appeared in Alpha Female Society, Forever Endeavour, Calm Down Magazine, Vagabond City Lit, and 330 Words.
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