Psalm to Kim Davis

there is no light bulb here

the old ways have been outlawed

I’ve loved like a demolition derby crashing through the walls of a wedding chapel

here is twenty two thousand dollars I kept it in my shoe

give it to my widow

when she is no longer my wife 

and I am filament and I am glass

I am humming light 

the new ways are not knocking 

will not have a key either 

will kick apart the 

cathedral door.