Confession of Keys

We dance together under couch cushions, while he curses blindly in search
of us.
We tire of responsibility, chained to us as we are to each other, twelve brothers & sisters,
a family of purpose.
We are finally found after the daily search, an eviscerating existential exercise,
he is ours.
We bite his leg with our serrated toucan bills, a heavy choir of pocket jingling, again yearning to tickle tumblers in a few hours.

One of us, exists only as a relic of love
no longer the gatekeeper of hope.
As for the rest of us, other tasks beckon
teeth warmed by a car’s ignition,
an unswift fumbling open of a mailbox,
muffled click at the end of the workday.

We the duty-bound, await the day
we dance discarded in rusted luxury,
in earthen slumber no longer
heavying his pockets,
forever connected.

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Zhenya Yevtushenko is one of the sons of the late poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko. He is a published translator, a former substitute teacher and funeral home consultant. Currently, Zhenya has resumed pursuing his undergraduate degrees in Political Science, History and English. Zhenya aspires to become a Foreign Service Officer and a literary translator. He resides in Tulsa, Oklahoma and owes his inspiration to his brothers, his mother, and to the love of his life, Olivia.

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