The Fool is played. Texas ate The Lovers. I am The Empress, upside down. It all comes down to the goddamn pentacles. The cups are empty. There is no rainbow. I’m familiar with the swords. It’s all a trick. I lose the game before I play it. For what is Wallace Stevens known? In automotive terms, what does SUV stand for? Where did Tom and Katie tie the knot? What does the A in DNA stand for? I don’t stand for much. I’m sitting down at the wallflower table with all the other bad hair day losers. Our tits don’t match and we’ve got lipstick on our teeth. I’m familiar with pawn shops. This is the last map I will burn. I’ll sprinkle the ashes in my favorite library.