Dance on Me by Susan Comninos


after my neighbor went nuts


When the officers came, they came with guns.

When they came with guns, they polished the door.

When they polished the door, my heart goosed a two-step.

When it clenched like a nightstick, the children cried.

Faith tried to pry me open with its name; fat hope.

It stared through the peephole, and double-clicked my throat.

The rugs kept flat to the floor, and quit breathing. Hold

Onto silence, soiled tongue of sawdust. Fear, sway

Me with your stricken palms. Dance on me.