Again, I love how your title relates to your poem as a whole. Classic innocence, the child laughing despite the blood dripping into her mouth (from the ceiling fan? eww!), as usual a powerful and creative image. You always give my mind something new to do.
Thanks for sharing this one with us, Ri, you crazy little girl you...
Faith is a fine invention
When gentlemen can see
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency.