A Cell
My heart, that scrappy little jail
and inside it, you sitting there dejected
growing more yellow and gaunt by the day.
(I saw your thing on Instagram.)
I would like to release you, but can’t
the doors don’t work that way.
If there is a key, I don’t have it.
Rachel Coventry’s poems are published or forthcoming in The Rialto, The North, Stand, The Moth, The SHop, Abridged, Poetry Ireland Review, Cyphers, and Crannóg. Her second collection The Detachable Heart will be published by Salmon Poetry in August 2022.