Appeal
Shane Chase
There are many tricks we can’t pull off.
Pails of water to be moved and moved
back, empty. I haven’t done this before.
I haven’t tried to enter your voice with a key.
I’m going to open a doorway but not the door.
What I mean is, what I meant was, all
I’m going to remove are the hinges
to step through the empty space of you. Your letter.
The plane disappearing into the crisp white wall.
The cloud so still and on fire. I wanted to watch,
return and repeat today back to itself.
I wanted to think nothing and let looks
return to the window. Talk calm
and slow about the weather, afternoon
and the gym you hate. Moths circling a light.
Shane Chase is from Florida. His work has appeared in South Dakota Review, Re:AL Literary Magazine, Zimmer, and elsewhere. He currently lives in Brooklyn, NY.