The devil isn’t all that’s in

the details. Joy

lives there too. I

remember you

at two, clad in blue overalls,

taking my hand

and inviting me

to sit on the

stairs and bump our way up to the

waiting air vent

where you showed me

                                 how to blow, with                                  

all our might, into its wide slots.

I remember

my son saying

you showed signs of

becoming a great cult leader

because you had

already a

following of one.

                                                      JDG