Even
after Bill Knott
Even your neck’s a petty
crime, he said to anyone
walking past the bullet-
proof room he wasn’t.
* * * *
On Divinity
I believe in divine
intervention. When
the gods rush past,
I tackle them.
* * * *
Passing the Torch
It hurts when
they hand it
to you, and
when they
say: pass
it on.
* * * *
Mantle
I have––
on my mantel ––
a jam jar filled
with nails. Every-
thing I love has
burned down,
but I still have
my mantle
and my nail
aquarium. I
still have
my fire.