(x the wheel of fortune)
that was the day we ate the fat fable.
grandmother stuffed it with chopped leeks & herbs.
made it savory with the usual
platitudes. a thick rich moral gravy.
later she told us the tale of our
father as a little boy on the stone
steps in albany. wrestling with angels.
we always loved that one. laughter & tears.
she could always spin a stirring story.
once while walking she pointed to a house
& told us of the family that had
lived there. “they won the daily lotto,” she
said. “millions of dollars. how far they fell.”
the wheel of fortune. from heaven to hell.
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