she fluttered, down from plastic rickshaw,
sat on kitchen sash.
wind pushed her into water.
faded queen of hearts.
invoked for cursing, sick of love.
joining suds and old coffee grounds,
beside the suicide king,
who had fallen, there, days before.
picked up from gutters,
south of main and cushing.
king of hedons. babylon.
both, now soggy, from different decks, completely.
covered in spaghetti.