Safe House
The wing nut
on the dagger tip
spins,
glinting all
out of proportion.
It sings
the song of metal
on metal,
droning
a harsh note.
A door creaks.
No one comes in.
Outside, cars slide past.
Bored drivers ignore
this dark window.
Shadows splash
on the wall,
tossed by headlights.
The curtain rises,
falls
like a spider web.
The blade hits the floor
and nut slips away,
suddenly silly
against the red rug.
A lamp snaps awake,
drowning the night’s
imaginary threats.
In this naked room
morning will be
welcomed.
So what shall we do
while we wait?
First, shuffle all the cards,
then
place your bets.