i reach
into my wallet for a credit card,
but it's hot.
it's on fire,
it puts
blisters on my finger.
the numbers are almost
worn down.
i look
over at my wife,
sitting
in the big chair doing her
nails,
her tiara on,
a new mink stole wrapped
around her.
she looks at me,
and smiles,
says, what?
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