NON-FICTION

What you should know

about my friends

is that The Ides of March

is a very real thing.

Silver daggers

dance  in the moonlight

and when you least 
expect it 

the edges of the blades

click together

behind your back
before the plunge.

That moment when

Et tu Brute 

is not an allusion,
but a mantra.

PLAYING CARDS

Sometimes when I

Look out at the rain

And the trees look

Like liquid dreams

And the steel-colored sky

Yells with its thunder

And the puddles wink

At me as I sidestep them

On my way to work

it seems okay to cry

Out at an unjust god

Who hides the mountains

With His clouds

(or maybe her clouds

depending on who

you talk to) and
to question a deity

who works this sleight of hand

with a deck of cards

you’ve never seen.