as you toss
the dice and move
your piece, the little
silver race car, across
the board, ignoring
all the rules of strategy,
and never buying
a single piece
of property, not
st. charles place,
or boardwalk, or
lincoln avenue, not
even lousy baltic st.,
never renting, or
owning, or putting up
a house. you just keep
rolling and rolling,
clicking those dice,
passing go, passing
me never taking
a chance, never
settling down and
i realize that's
just the way you are
with us, exactly, the way
things will always be.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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