May 31, 2018

The Ace of Spades is

                lodged in a log meant for splitting

               scheming wildfires
               leave a light in the window

               panes, reflecting back at me:

               an existence in two worlds

               both me and mirror-me
               both reaching out
               to touch the other side.


               And the words scrawled
               in twisted backwards letters read:

               “you can        call the            Knaves,

               Jacks,                           if you want to”.

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