Diane K. Martin


Its name conjures up a coach,
one of those staid avuncular ones,
who has moved into the spare room
with his two suitcases, the old-fashioned
kind that closes with a snap, and inside one
valise is a key—no keychain—just like
Grace Kelly's character in Dial M for
Murder has in her purse, and she, you,
your heart must beat, must follow
through, trusting everything, though
the other suitcase the coach has put on top
of the armoire has not yet been opened.