Me, Nikon, b/w film.
Here's a poem for you...kinda fierce. Hope you feel well today. I've been catching up on sleep and having weird dreams and STILL job hunting. I've never been let go for doing a great job and working my ass off happily in 90 degree weather and showing up early and being "overqualified" before, but now I have. That's what the word was..."overqualified." Moral of the story: put in 50%, not 100%, hahahhahahahah. Weird! Guess the universe wants me elsewhere. I am poor, buy my book, hahahaha. Much love, always. C.A.
A Good Hand
She’s not playing any
War.
Maybe some stray cats suck cigars.
They like to bet.
They like to watch.
Others play poker in the
Basement.
She returns for
More.
Maybe some like to
Fish.
Maybe by the river, an all-day game
With the packed cooler,
And the bait,
And the hook.
Always, she wishes for a good
Hand.
She can’t live
With the broken zipper.
The only fix
Is the face, and some kind of
Reality, like blue
Eyeshadow.
-- C.A. MacConnell
