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.