The Second Front Door: A Poem

By Maureen N. McLaneOctober 27, 2018

The Second Front Door: A Poem

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The Second Front Door


            — after Dr. Christine Blasey Ford’s testimony




What is a house


if not a home a horror


a whore could leap out


any time from a virgin’s


skin            so they said before burning


the hand over her mouth


knock knock who’s there


what is a door


if not a way out


only a way in       oh you


can never leave     the way


you came


after we’re finished


the hand


over your mouth


what is an attic what


a basement and knock knock


the family room the trophies


the TV the hearth


in the ‘80s there are certain options


the cable box              knock knock


who’s there


no second door


and a hand over her mouth


no second door


& no clear way out


from the bedroom


on the second floor


and a hand over her mouth


the bathing suit a single piece                                 


the birthday suit a single piece


a butcher could scan for places to joint


knock knock


who’s there


a terrible thing


at the edge


of a laughing eye


even you see it


you there


in the room you there


looking away


can we work this out


at the gym 


can we score and score


again and always win


can we work this out


through the law


can we unveil a truth


in the agora


and when the architect says what


what do you want      & oh


you want an irrational thing


no design no plan includes it


never before


knock knock who’s there


at the second front door


there’s a tightness in my unraped chest


a drunken flex in his anus                                                   


the best of the best


what is between us


between men


& boys and girls


pejorocracy rising


polis oikos eros eris


why don’t you look at me look


look at me at look at this


second front door


I do not choke down


these words


the schoolchildren draw


a modal house


and never oh never


in the house that jack built


the schematic house


with one or two floors


some windows, a roof, a door


is there oh is there


a second front door


no no never before


had anyone heard


of a second front door


don’t you see it now


see it now


built in the mind


the second front door




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Maureen N. McLane is the author of five books of poetry, most recently Some Say (FSG, 2017). Her selected poems, What I’m Looking For, is coming out from Penguin UK in 2019.  She salutes Dr. Ford, her courage, her integrity, and her civic commitment. 



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Maureen N. McLane is the author of five books of poetry, including Mz N: the serial (FSG, 2016) and most recently,  Some Say (FSG, 2017). She has also published two critical monographs on British romantic poetics as well as My Poets (FSG, 2012), an experimental hybrid of memoir and criticism, which was a finalist for the 2012 National Book Critics Circle Award in Autobiography.Her selected poems, What I'm Looking For, is coming out from Penguin UK in 2019. She teaches literature at NYU.

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