Silently I watch cards. Full house. I am the king
of the world. I’m the captain, capsizing a lemon slice into my tea. I lust after
Kate Winslet. I never leap from the stern. I hold on. I despise the fiancé, the
mother. I jig, I jaunt. I wear the blue diamond. I know what I’m doing. I am the
furnace. I am the iceberg, the collision, the what’s-that. I telegraph distress.
I play the waltz. I huddle in lifeboats, drown in luxury, die of
hypothermia. I’m December’s sunken chandelier, a pair of ragged claws. I cling
to some timber.
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