Keys

The weight of your head presses against my stomach
Your soft weezing fills the dead room

Funny
You only come around
when you sick

Am I your medicine?
You stick me in your cabinet
forgotten
until your head fills with cluster
until your throat begins to swell
your pain drains from your face and
you remember

that pretty girl
in that cabinet
right around the corner from our memories

that girl feels right
my key fits correctly in that door
its always open

is that what you think?
is that how you feel?

was her door not the right fit? Was it too small
too crooked

am I the right fit? Or
has your key broken down the grooves to my lock
comfort is what my body holds

in its folds and silk skin
that is why you show up on my step
your skin shimmering in the flickering yellow light
your hat pulled low covering your eyes
the spider's web that comes from your head
in thick white cords avoiding the world

you come and climb in these covers
my covers
me

you want me to fold you into
me
envelope you in my folds
hide you for the night
just enough for one nights sleep

but hinges only hold to rotting wood for so long
I dont know how much longer
you can unlock this
door