the difference
between today
& a year ago
is that today
I’ve got balls

back then
I’d have bottled it

& pushed on
with the poem
about a man
addicted
to gambling

I’d have twisted
the clumsy
analogy
of a coin slot
& a vagina
made him stroke
those metal lips
until she came

a machine-gun
shower of coins

all over his fingers

but today
when I feel
it isn’t gelling

I take the page
fold
press
turn
fold again

& make
a paper plane

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