I had locked the door and tossed the key

As hard, and as far as I could,

Love would never enter there again,

My heart was closed for good

 

Then you came into my life

And made me change my mind,

Just when I thought that tiny key

was impossible to find

 

That's when you held out your hand

And proved to me I was wrong,

Inside your palm was the key to my heart ...

You had it all along

after, she continues where she left off. Her eyes open and before you can breathe, you hear, " ... and, oh, yeah, I have to defrost the chicken, and your mother wants you to pick up her dry cleaning ..." ....in bed I'm her high school teacher, captain of the football team, her boss, the bad boy, a waiter, a lifeguard, a telephone repairman, a cop. Once in a while I'd like to be me. ....when she gets an idea in her head, there's no stopping her. And no rest for anyone until it's done. It's not so bad when the idea is to bake cookies, or even to go on vacation. But when it's to build a new

....she has an uncanny way of standing between me and the television screen. Bases loaded, two strikes, three balls. The crowd goes wild, the pitch flies, and all I can see is her butt. ....what's mine is hers. I buy her negligees; she sleeps in my T-shirts. When she's cold she wears my wool socks to bed, never her own. She steals my half-used razors; new ones are too sharp. She even wears my boxers. I'm tempted to switch to briefs just to see what she'd do. ....she makes lists. Things to buy. Things to do. People to call. If it's not on the list, it doesn't get done. Once, to be funny, I put "sex" on the list. Mistake. Now it has to be on the list or it doesn't get done. ....after sex, I mean the second

house, or to get pregnant, things get pretty intense. ....she takes her half of the bed out of the middle. ....have you ever seen a woman with green crust and slime smeared over her face, dark holes for her nostrils? Do you think you'd be able to sleep at night, knowing that creature is next to you? ....she wears these false eyelashes. She left 'em lying around and I slammed 'em with my newspaper, tried to kill the damn things. Scared me half to death.

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Volume 1, Issue 3

Key To My Heart

by Marsha Hoyt

 

I had closed the door upon my heart

And wouldn't let anyone in,

I had trusted and loved only to be hurt

But, that would never happen again