The girl who lives in the keyhole
crept from the spine of a storybook
into that impossible aperture.
How she escaped the kingdom of wolves
to fly through our dark house
to your door, I do not know.
At night, when shadows swim
across the floor of your room,
rise, child, throw off the sheets.
Press your ear to the lock.
Listen to her golden whispers.
Let her tell you everything she knows.