Golden Safety

by Katie Holtmeyer

had a dream last night

that I crushed up my front door lock

and drank it down like a fine powder

a loud nightmare

where I held a key

that opened nothing

I screamed with all that

power of security behind me

and I washed it down with water

cleansed in the sins of muddy sediment

and busted deflated floaties

they never did their job right

and neither did you

I woke up and checked the lock

not because I was afraid

I had consumed it

but because I was afraid

it

had consumed

me

Katie Holtmeyer is currently in graduate school at Truman State University.

"I have always found solace in both the reading and writing of poetry, in the way it can capture through its liminal space in genre what is most difficult to say."

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