The Key

Cole Depuy


You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.



I prefer a knife

to pry between

a couple of ribs

while I shower.

Let the scarlet


into a cloud

around the drain.


blood gurgles

when I release

the towel

& I’ve snapped

a black thread

or two stitching

myself shut,

but it’s better

than not being

ready when

the angel I’ve

yet to find appears.



Cole Depuy’s poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Penn Review, Boston Accent, Heartwood, pacificREVIEW and elsewhere. He is a Ph.D. student at SUNY Binghamton’s Creative Writing Program and recipient of the Provost’s Doctoral Summer Fellowship.