when the detective or the spy
tapss three times on one brick
and then in a secret pattern
follows up with soft strikes
to four others and then
to the amazement of all
a door creaks open where there was clearly
nothing
before
when i am talking
and you look at me like that
with your head tilted
and that one strand of hair left loose
to hang over your eyes
normally you brush it away
but at these times your hands are still
and your eyes merely widen
as if to see around it
I can feel your eyes pushing against the sounds on my tongue
trying and trying again
to unlock the door
creating a secret code to my vulnerability
one day i might let you in on the secret
when i say i'm fine.
that's exactly what i mean.
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