The Ace of Stars

jumping jackals invade the text
slugs hide between the lines
where's my dog whistle?
where's my container of salt?
someone's been playing tricks again.
I looked under the bed,
behind the television set,
inside each & every soda can --
no whistle, no salt.
then I remembered that I'd
traded these items for a pack of
playing cards -- Bicycle brand,
but the backs were green instead
of the usual red or blue.
I examined the cards
& was surprised to find
that the kings, queens & jacks
were all photos of missing children,
instead of the standard monarchs.
I shuffled the deck & drew a card
at random. It was the Ace of Stars --
not the death card, something different.
I grabbed my telescope & looked up.


(first appeared at Bohème.)