Insurance Plan

Easily we purchase the insurance,
so that when fire ants
scurry across our temples,

we can lose ourselves
in the iron-on t-shirt of childhood,

walk that garden path
filled with electric eels,
stitched together with a mother’s care,

a pocket-full of loose change,
scattered across the well of night,

each heads call is
a parcel full of bloody love letters,

each tails call is a trip to Scarsdale
with a dead relative’s ghost leaning over, whispering

family secrets and closeted skeletons across the dashboard
with Starlight Kiss breath.

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