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Key MacFarlane

Cliché Malay

Within two rocks
Which were once the buoys,
The flat circles of a map
You used to fold. Buried
Now under sweaters and golf balls,
I cannot recall that night
Or the weather on TV, spewing
Whitenoise and wetchalk along the cement
The doughy outline of what no longer fits
In cesspools these images are only images,
Floating detached down your back alley
You ran toward the sea, arms flailing
At brunch you spoke of new connections
And the kite you are to complete,
All the while your compass I buried deep
So as not to know


An alumnus of Colgate University, Key is currently working at an environmental consulting firm in Baltimore, Maryland. His poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Full of Crow and Eunoia Review.