All In
I turn my cards over
to the ATM
holding her hand
held by it
the trembling leaves
stingray
beyond the sea wall
the ebbing tide
broken car window
all the books stolen
except mine
weather forecast
a 99% chance
of no milk or bread
marriage
the rhyme of fawn
and yawn
always reading
beyond the text
poet’s wife
the belt
beats and beats and stops
but the heart
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