Mary Frederick Ahearn

Fat[e] Chance

It's a mess. It's all a mess, a joke, he says. Just luck, voodoo, a wizard's wand and wave. It's who your parents are, what they do, your school, which way you turn, or glance, or don't. And love's the same, a game.

[But I love you.]

Falling in love, taking a fall for love, felled by love. The Fall.

out of thieves pockets
from beggar's rags –
these lines of rhyme