The Gulf of Mexico

Ten miles off shore it’s legal to gamble,
And to marry. Ten miles away,
You’re laying in the sand, allowing
Yourself to be forgotten.
That way you won’t remember
Who you were, dark sky
murmuring with the waves,
Taking endless bets
With the constellation of
The Queen of Diamonds
Flipped upside down,
It kisses your forehead
Until using up your last guess,
You become a dark room
That saw the light.

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