Tell me I'm handsome,
the best lover you ever had.
Tell me I'll live
and be happy.
The cat looks at me
like I'm a ghost.
In his eyes,
I'm dead
before I jump.
Tell me he's wrong.
He's black and white dice,
snake eyes.
Luck isn't in the throw,
but moments before,
in your hand and heart.
Friday, June 19, 2009
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