I grew up in a great big house
in a tiny little room
on a small island
in a dream I had once,
where the pizza was topped
with playing cards, and I
was expected to read my future
from them.
I drew:
the two of jacks
the heart of spades
the queen of ones
the ace of fives, and
when I woke up, I still
had one left to turn over, and
I hadn't had a bite. I was starved,
yet relieved.
I didn't want to see
that last card's face. If I ever do,
I would have
a lot to explain.
With not a lot of time,
or very much space.
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