When it
comes to pool
I don’t
have a clue
even if
it’s Colonel Mustard
in the
billiards room
with the
wrench
although
no one asks
why a
wrench was needed
in the
billiards room
I still
couldn’t follow
the
circular stripes and solids
unless
Miss Scarlett’s dress
was one or
the other
as she
fingered the knife
in the
conservatory
Perhaps
I’m the victim.
If so, I
hope they find
my body in
the library.
Photograph by Cristie Guevara via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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