You don't know what he keeps
in the room at the end of the hall,
what's hidden on his hard-drive
or buried in the back of his freezer.
But whatever it is can't be more beautiful
than the lock on the door--
the intricate metalwork of not-knowing,
the gold escutcheon, the skeletal light slipping through--
Jameson Fitzpatrick is an editorial assistant at Barrow Street magazine and a poetry editor for LambdaLiterary.org. He lives in New York.