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Current Issue : Number Twenty-Five

My Father Opens the Door to His Cave

BY STEVE KLEPETAR

And slips his silver key into a pocket,
disappears into golden light. All night
 
the world shivers with dreams and rumbling
trains. In the morning he is back, puttering
 
in the kitchen with the cups and knives.
Silently he offers fruit and bread, cold meat
 
from yesterday’s supper. Hunger is a shining
web he must tear apart, careful not to lose
 
his fingers to spiders or mice. How heavy
his tread on the wooden floor. He pirouettes,
 
burdened with butter and colorful pots
of jam, his triangle nose made of glass, hair
 
burning wild and white. See how his hands are
bathed with flakes of moon and will not be refused.



Steve Klepetar teaches literature and writing at Saint Cloud State University in Minnesota. His work has received several Pushcart nominations and his chapbook, Thirty-six Crows, was recently published by erbacce-press.