Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Queen of Hearts

She gets totally lost in the shuffle. She reigns only in a world where men still stand up to greet a woman. Any woman. Where Mothers honestly let their sons go when they've found that kind kind woman.

In this world, she is face down or disappearing underneath the hand of some thundering magician, some bewildering politician.

Lately under crude smoke and electric guitar waves, she waits. She is dealt too early or too late. You never know who the head of that round poker table is until he draws the Queen of Hearts exactly when he should. That man will stand up to greet her then, and bluff if he has to, because he owes her to his mother.

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