The Two Men

Photo by Kenneth Surillo

I wished on a dying star,

Hoped that I could go number.

I exchanged their loves

Liked fading telephone numbers.

The first one was a goner,

The second one was a farce.

They burned me like a witch,

They resurrected my scars.

It was the fairest of games,

And rules did not matter.

The rabbit jumped from a cliff

And so did the Mad Hatter.

I wished on a dying star,

Hoped that I could go number.

I exchanged their loves

Liked fading telephone numbers.

-Jackie