The Keys to the Jail
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Keetje Kuipers
Keetje Kuipers is the author of three books of poems, all from BOA Editions: Beautiful in the Mouth (2010), winner of the A. Poulin, Jr. Poetry Prize; The Keys to the Jail (2014); and All Its Charms (2019). Kuipers’ poems, essays, and short stories have appeared in Best American Poetry, Narrative, American Poetry Review, Orion, Prairie Schooner, The Writer’s Almanac, and the Academy of American Poets’ Poem-a-Day series. She has been a Wallace Stegner Fellow, Bread Loaf’s Katharine Bakeless Nason Fellow, the Emerging Writer Lecturer at Gettysburg College, and the recipient of fellowships from the Lucas Artist Residency, the Jentel Artist Residency Foundation, Brush Creek Foundation for the Arts, and PEN Northwest’s Margery Davis Boyden Wilderness Writing Residency. Kuipers lives with her wife and daughter on an island in the Salish Sea, where she is a faculty member at Seattle’s Hugo House and Senior Editor at Poetry Northwest.
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The Keys to the Jail - Keetje Kuipers
Goodbye Is Forever
Another Time, Another Place
The misplacing heart tries to make nuthatch
overlay cardinal—gray bird on red.
We don’t just forget the words for love, we
forget what they mean. And so how are you
and I to know each other now, friend? Two
sprinklers going off in the dark. It’s not
the mask of distance that separates us,
but something like the need I feel for those
girls naked under their dresses, kneecaps
like soft button mushrooms. Goodbye, place name:
you three-legged dog, your fog-pour mouth. Who
would believe my newfound devotion for
you? It’s my hand reaching into the past
and plucking that one tooth that aches with age.
Wolf Season
My past apart from yours is a landscape
governed by false erasure of snow:
fence-lines pin drifts in their barbed hold,
animals abandon their tracks behind them.
This is why I tire so easily in your presence.
Your press is the weight of so much crushing
touch that’s come before, each layer
half-melted and refrozen above me.
Even in this unfamiliar city—odd to us as soap
passed between tongues, where the radio tower tilts
like a lost ship’s mast, the train rounding
each corner one section at a time, body trailing
somewhere behind the head—I’m sealed
beneath. Your naked back bent over
the wilderness of bathroom tiles as you
wash yourself at my sink is last winter’s
buffalo turned from me and halted in the snow.
In that country I left behind, they’re hunting wolves.
What never changes feels most new—
your hand on my wrist, the sound of a gun.
Our Last Vacation
It was the season of dead moles,
black silken pelts like evening purses
abandoned along the forest path.
We collected mushrooms on a charred hillside,
smudged ourselves in soot, marveled
at the way bones crumble when they’ve been
burned, then played Keno in a bar
where spent chainsaws, those chewed teeth,
hung from the ceiling while we listened
to your father’s wife describe her time at the slots:
cherry, cherry, cherry, pineapple. We met a man
who owns a mortuary and we shook his hand.
You said geese mate for life, so if you shot one,
you’d have to shoot them both. The leaves
kept coming down, knotting the air into thin
ropes of light, spinning their green palms
like wide roulette wheels on the river’s muddy face.
The odometer’s dials turned over and over,
just like they do in ambulances. I told you I thought
we’d know when it was time to go home.
If One of Us Can’t Live Like This
We might be unhappy for the rest
of our lives. It’s not inconceivable—
the skiff of dust on your hands, the slow
smelting of years. How would I know
if you call me darling in your sleep?
A promise is a train lying in a field
for decades: we take pictures of the weeds
that flower around it and talk about the days
when it arrived with a whistle of steam.
In a Sentimental Mood
We ate an orange, a tangerine, really.
He described his mouth as a coastal