My Secret
You said my secret
was safe
in your locked box
made of rib bones
You said you bundled it up
in a cream-colored cloth
and tied it with string
so the pieces wouldn’t fall out
You said when you heard it
you took a key to your mouth
twisted it shut
and swallowed
Because there are listening ears
and sly fingers
there to consume
The secret that floats in my face
foaming from your mouth
between us and everyone
Where are the promises
the bond in the box
the oath tied with string
In the air with everything else
that you said was safe
in your locked box
made of rib bones