You play that game
because you can play
that game and now
in the rug I’ve a big white stain
instead of a big black stain
from rubbing you out
I must be in the Mafia
sometimes I remember
places more than faces
how something forgotten
can bust through the back
door while its means of
transport here remain
anonymous
and thrilling.
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