I AM IN STITCHES
AT TWENTY-NINE
To sit here sprawling, fat and scurvied as I am,
means very little. I hold these cards - two black
aces and a cardinal in a diamond field - from a
deck the likes of which no one has ever seen.
Anyway, that's my own magic, and my own invention.
Call it trick or call it game. Two players play while
only one leaves. Get it?
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Here now, seditious and libelous, you are. I hate.
You claim. But, no, no, all these things are mine.
Letting nothing go, fortuitous and happy, my
circumstances can make me smile only while
I see you grieving. Like a real estate baron now
giving away lands, I already know the countours.
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It gets no more magnificent than this : my purloined
tree, she enters, the gate closes, my hand around her
waist, and - and, yes - the rest becomes but cliche.
Do you understand, do you like, my mystery?
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