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.