Your Deal

By Kristen Tauer

 

I told you to call me
When the circuit breaks
And the glow-in-the-dark
Stars on the ceiling stop
And you can’t see the moon
Behind the brick wall.  I am
Somewhere counting
The fly carcasses
Underneath my bed.
I followed one dream
And came right back.
In retrospect a thousand
Miles doesn’t seem far.
Folding one thousand
Paper cranes on a bus,
When the wish doesn’t
Come true I will have
Something to blame.
You clear your throat.
“I never liked this game”
As you lay your hand
On the table. Shuffle.




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