The Key

fits the lock of the old-fashioned door
            that rattles when closed.
The door separates our love making
            from the hallway of the bed and breakfast.
You spotted the B&B from my car
            amid mouthfuls of blueberries.
We bought the berries
            at a roadside stand in Nova Scotia.
The road parallels the shore of the dark blue Atlantic
            and eats my cash faster than planned.
My cash flow prompts you
            to offer your credit card,
but your card has exceeded its limit.
            You say that’s what happens with poor girls,
poor girls who need to pay for college,
            so they enlist in the army.
The army will dye your life olive drab
            and send you away to Germany.
Germany will change you, and
            even though I visit, things will never be the same.


About Jon Wesick

Host of the Gelato Poetry Series, instigator of the San Diego Poetry Un-Slam, and an editor of the San Diego Poetry Annual, Jon Wesick has published over three hundred poems in journals such as the Atlanta Review, Pearl, and Slipstream. He has also published over eighty short stories. Jon has a Ph.D. in physics and is a longtime student of Buddhism and the martial arts. One of his poems won second place in the 2007 African American Writers and Artists contest.
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