Perfect Improbability

I may have met you somewhere before

&

It is quite probable =

This equation will not equate to anything more.

Bruises

The smeared lipstick is still on his torn handkerchief.
Thick remnants of scarlet wax embroidered into the fine weave,
Soiling the cotton memento.

Desirable Candidate

I went to your bank this morning.
I begged a man in a suit for an application.

And he handed me a pen with red ink,
That started the tiresome process
Of your loan to me.

One Foot in the Grave

Off balance…
Off Kilter…

Teetering,
Spiraling,

Out of Control.

Perfect Situation,