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