Five of Spades and Meeting You Tonight
Once I left, I wandered home.
Dizzy and itchy eyed
(from playing with the cat I shouldn't have
instead of the cat I should have)
I, awe struck by the night,
was struck by spade and shovel on the ground-
five to be exact-
laying face down on the sidewalk;
risqué blue cover: face up.
I palmed it and kept it as my memento.
Who cares if it means bad luck to some fortune teller.
I'll make my own meanings as I please.
-Matthew Koutzun
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