…ces in
a deck of diamonds
and i don’t know if i’m any
more than a widow in a
warm body but i’d
rather be me with my
maybe mistaken identity
than an impression
of a thumbprint
on a postcard
mailed to an underwear
model in the middle
of nowheresville
expecting to be
worshipped with every
ounce of my
salaciously seared,
upstream salmon
swimmin…
