from futures gone
and a Caddy
with Montana license plates.
In dribs and drabs
caught unawares
like an alibi
claims business
in Thailand.
The way the taste
of your saliva changes
as you start to fall asleep.
How it seems so safe
in the forest beyond the fence
where there's laughter.
In the end
all we have
are you
and you and you.
In the end
all we have
are bouncing apostrophes.
Chivalry's not dead--
just limping.
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