by Frances Leviston
for Tyler
It seems to matter
I use a Zippo,
not the taper’s monkish flame.
It seems to matter I choose the white
over red before asking the difference,
that I love the fresco’s talented horse
though couldn’t name his rider –
but what’s not authentic at the Virgin’s feet?
She knows I am not a bad person, just troubled.
She knows the wick is burning.
Last updated October 20, 2022