By Calypso createld@hotmail
Date: 13 December 1999

The Card Game

Your jackass wildcard,
Plays with my mind.
The wildcard -
Lets you be who you want to be,
On my periphery.

My spine retracts,
My nerve endings aware,
Of the nature of the wildcard.
Lets you be who I need you to be.
A moment in my history.

I fold.
I can’t play your games anymore.