265/365: The Three-Second Religion

I took this photo just over six years ago on a night out with Aidan and Adam P. Knave in New York.

I took this photo just over six years ago on a night out with Aidan and Adam P. Knave in New York.

The silvery trail of smoke
that wound around your thin finger,
how you let it wander there
before you withdrew,
the eye you turned to me,
its lid a calculated grin
performed for my witness:
in that moment between beats,
during a 3-second religion's flare,
I was wholly convinced
we could burn the world clean
if only the boys would leave the room.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.