poem
Volume 20, Number 4

gambit

statistics have ruined us,
we don't really want to know
what other people think

i bet a person who looks for
photos of mutilated animals
will probably kill a cat
i bet someone who wrecks
his guitar is a candidate
for abusing his children

each drug taken has a different
percentage likelihood, i think,
of eventual abandonment, betrayal

if i took my chances
by the numbers, i'd bet there's
hardly anyone left worth loving


—Keith S. Wilson