: Door :

an excerpt by Joshua Rivkin


Then, He opens a window,

says the television mother to her crippled son.

The boy tries a smile.   A light breeze


catches the edge of her sundress

as she stands to kiss the top of his head.


Fortune implied.   Scene.


Who believes the power of Faith is greater

than the power of Fact

has been duped.


Call me sucker. Call me fool.

A rube, a glutton, punked


by the oldest promise in the book.


God closes a door,

and rips the roof off the house,

furniture turned out to the lawn.


He opens a window for a swarm of bees.

A lightning bolt divides the ceiling.


And later, just to prove who's boss

He puts my fist through the wall.   Calls it a window.