he let me sell my poetry books
in his comic book shop
one day I wandered in to see if any had sold
they hadn’t
Dan, I have something for you, he said
and slid a hundred dollar bill across the table to me
saying, print up some books.
tired of the game of trying to selling my stuff
I asked, could I just use it to live off of and write?
use it for whatever you want, he replied
my wife and I needed groceries
for once poetry wasn’t just a miracle of the page
