Once they’ve escaped, you can’t take back secrets.
The clique wilted from the lack of secrets.
What swims deep in the algae-frosted pond?
Hounds sniff out prey. Detectives track secrets.
Shall we live in the mind’s palace of sharp,
shiny ideas? The heart’s shack of secrets?
Champagne in two fragile flutes. Silk linens,
wound-red. The newlyweds unpack secrets.
Full-moon midnight. Lipstick on cigarettes.
Corpse shoved in a trunk, payback for secrets
spilled like salt. Does a camera really steal
souls? The gossip-hungry snack on secrets.
Teeth placed under pillows transform to cash.
Heard in elevators – Musak, secrets.
Disappointments thicken likes nails of
the old. Through their marriage’s cracks, secrets
enter, then rot. Ignoring the odor,
they clink sifters of cognac – To secrets.
Triggered by auburn sideburns, cigar smoke,
the scent of lime – hazy flashbacks, secrets
bubbling up. She’d kissed him afterward — Does
that mean it wasn’t an attack? Secrets
beat their wings like caged moths. Wrapped in shawls from
the old country, immigrants pack secrets.
What does the dry fountain’s stone angel know
with his carved halo and sack of secrets?