Clinging Like Fire

My father’s guns, left to me— Several from the bedroom closet And one from under the bed: Shotgun with a flashlight taped To the barrel to daze the eyes Of a midnight intruder. The light my father wielded He left to me in my midnight. I unloaded the rifle And held it in the sunrise. The dark barrel’s golden gleaming Shed sparks of filial love. . This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe