When everyone who
was never locked up
leaves,

we talk in keys,
coded melodies.

We do swift talk,
real talk.

We don’t talk a thing
about
closed doors.

We talk like
passed kites.
Make sky,
break windows
if need be.
If need be free.

And why wouldn’t it?

We are the speed
and stillness
of our
circumstances,
raised like
numbers meant to be
discounted.

When everyone who
was never locked up
leaves,

we talk in the
complexity
of count.