a victim of circumstance,
I burnt my house down.
It was made of cards
anyhow. This is why
we balance a job
and a hobby so precariously.
I am invariably
wrong.
Watch the news
tonight. Wasn't that home
beautiful on fire? A location
primed for crime
and romance, just
don't ask how many
have lived there.
A story still does. I am
evidence incarnate. Heat has
licked me clean, though I do
resonate with memory. Here
I lay it out.
-the ambassador
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