A Crease Across A Heart
by Aaron Glover

I made a door I thought I didn’t need
and ornamented the frame with life
because I like fine things, and I live here

I made a door I needed so ghosts could go out
so dogs could come in, insisting against me
into well-worn cavities newly vacated

I made a door for ghosts and also people
built with the finest words I could find
the crispest crease, the richest cream

I made a door people peer into
opening like a bell’s peal, a belly laugh
and a garden keeps itself company through it

I made a door into which I venture
a liminal truth, a gilded heart
a going that is always arriving

I made a door into a garden
invited everybody to come through it
here, come in, the hinges squeak, come and see

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