I took hold of one end and she the other
pulling back with equal strength we stretched the
dried-out wishbone ever so slowly
it was then I wondered why there are always
winners and losers
why the winning side always smiles
and laughs and dances and kisses
spraying champagne and crying for joy
it was then the bone snapped and I stood
there smiling with the longer piece
here you go I said handing her the winning ticket
let’s get out of here
lunch is on me
january two thousand fifteen
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