Four Way Books
Traditions of Bread
and Violence

Catherine Sasanov

ISBN: 1-884800-09-2
paper, 54 pages, $12.95





When the coroner laid
your heart on his scale,
Cupid was no more than a pest
buzzing over raw meat.
Sorrow put me at the tip of Chile,
sobbing uncontrollably
whether I stared at you
or a rock.
Drivers turned on their air conditioners,

Opened the sky over us. In that hole,
the hand of God
was nowhere to be seen.
You lay down in your grave
facing east
only by chance. Even here,

In God We Trust
is the tiny message
I'm forced to desire in handfuls
whether I believe in Him or not.