this was a day she changed things, you know...
"on a morning from a Bogart movie,"
side streets pop up like tickets to other dimensions
minutes there just seconds here,
one can slide in and out of this life
either clean or wistful,
She said to herself-
even if I lose I will not cheat,
the roulette is round, God damn it, it comes back around every time,
even if I lose something significant,
I will mark this side trek with strands from my head and broken twigs
like in Last of the Mohicans,
and someone will say to me, "I will find you."
It is inevitable, so I'm taking the paths that smell delicious,
not the ones that look safe.