Bob Hicok’s most recent book is Insomnia Diary (Pitt, 2004). He teaches in the MFA program at Virginia Tech. Mercy Bob Hicok Three green doors in the falling apart shed. I put one on the stream and wave as it leaves. Someone will knock miles from here, and go under, and live in rooms of water, take your boots off please. I tie another to a parachute, walk it to the field where grass tries to touch the sun. A wind comes, makes love to the silk, the door forces its one eye open, jealous. The third follows me like a little brother. I run and it runs, running doors are funny. To its lock, I hold a bowl and tap that disguise for a hole with a spoon. So this, this is empty, I say, and this, this is empty it says, then all day, its whole life it complains, I am hungry, so I shoot it.