In a previous life
you used to be a fucking
Southern debutant and once the king of England
Insect and aristocrat
I rose you fell
We meet in the humble middle muddle
You ask if I miss my grasshopper days
Strumming and sulking in the weeds
I ask if you long for scepters and ballgowns
I teach you a card game
casino or gin rummy
You read Gone With the Wind aloud.