Reading by Jake Levine
The door is shut.
The road where flower petals fall
half on this side, half on that.
Of all the things that used to buzz about
no trace is left.
weddings and funerals, they turn on their heels.
Not even God can step through the door
In a tank in the neighborhood seafood restaurant
a crowd of fish
The youngest one stands still, belly up
dragging its face against the floor.
The door with an angry face that hides fear
keeps its mouth shut.