I'm cold in winter,
I'm heavy in your pocket,
my ancestors were skeletons.
I'm handy for scratching the paint of your enemy's car in one long line.
Although I prefer deadweight swinging from a ring.
I open, deadbolt, wind, liberate, imprison, secure, restrict and free.
Like a lover, you'll attend to my whereabouts more with the thought of losing me.
I'm almost a genetic extension of a family: unique to each home, and unique to each member,
as they link me with doo-dads with flair and rabbit's feet.
I'm a key.
3 comments:
Loved the comparison to a lover. How precious both your keys and your lover become to you when you suddenly lose them. Wonderful Eva.
I love the emotions and characteristics you attribute to keys; so astute and accurate.
By the way, we still use an ancestral skeleton key to deadbolt our front door. The kids love to take it out and look at it; but then again, so do I!
i knew it - even without the picture. ;) nicely done, eva.
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