These house keys are like
D. Hasselhoff’s knees:
I’ve never kissed them.
I want to kiss D. Hasselhoff’s knees
is a way, for some, of saying
I’m flying on wings of tenderness
with nuns hitting me
just to hear me fart over shortwave radio.
For me it’s something else.
A denial? Of my involvement? In J. Lo, pregnant with twins?
Perhaps it’s just a way of saying please
or thank you, or Gesundheit!
I am incredibly thankful for these keys;
Tuesday nights will never be the same.