The sound of the tape being peeled off my skin

Keeps me humble

I don’t want to be ripped from you the same way

But you say it’s for your own good

And I say it’s an ill-considered fate

Like putting on the wrong size skates

Or standing on the edge of the train platform in your bare feet

Or spending all your money on a lottery ticket

The day after the jackpot has been awarded

You were my ticket

My prize

Not because I had you

But because I gambled

And I lost eventually

But for one moment in the sun

My name was called

And I had the fortune of the Gods

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