Two Poems

by Richard Martin

Devotion

I came to frantic, fumbling through the glove compartment
of my forehead. A siren rose
to split my blood like logs. You cracked the door
for the light & I fell back in.

Wild birch shadows flailed
the ceiling, our cat creaked down the hall & on the roof
applause broke
for my amazing temperature.

Came a hunch of lightning & thousands
of garage doors fell.
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