and let God’s good dirt take me where it will.
Church tradition tells me to count everything
as loss, but I’m not prepared to surrender
myself to the Beeches, Pines, and
Before the matchmaker braided our fates
Appa was a romantic, she tells me,
a would-be Jesuit priest—long past now
but some mornings, house dormant, I find him
genuflecting on the tile floor
A person is justified in using force
He’s just walking around looking about.
except deadly force—He’s just staring—
against another when & to the extent
the person reasonably believes such
