As for me
I’ll take three
One for my own use
Another in case I forget myself
And a third because sometimes I’m greedy
As for you
You only took one
But I can see you are wearing two pair of socks
So maybe there’s a hole in your story?
Remnants of Katherin
will be passing over our wayward islands,
bringing heavy rains and localized flooding resulting from
broken relationships, forged checks and mug shots of
tragic eyes and a pantomime frown; her beggar’s hand, covering a torn dress, was last seen
crouching, stuffed into the corner of a skyscraper somewhere in San Francisco,
wondering where artists go when they become their own unsalable self-portrait.