My author's copies of Prisoner's Dilemma came today. The box was heavy, the scissors were sticky, there was way too much tape! It was like this---
Fireworks threatened to take the top off.
Wet palms twitched under eruptions
Judgments collected under the awning
like rain, hummed against the shell of her ear.
Her skull slammed in her head. Payroll hands
weighed the options like so much gold.
Runaway shoes piled up, laces tangled
like tongues caught in a lie. Checkmark wings
on canvas heels had been tools toward anonymity,
erasing footprints where they fell, driving
zigzag dogs crazy as they nipped at nothing.
Each day had been a map of dark topographies.
Turning into a skid would only postpone
whatever came next.
Every step along a lucky streak
uncovers a foreign place tricked out
with new lies and silences. Rising up
to meet the path of great good fortune,
she could have done more, if you want to know.