Her name 
was Margaret 
and she drummed 
her fingers 
on the card table, 
a blond woman 
in her early 40’s 
who played bridge 
by the book—
bickering earnestly 
with her partners 
who also played 
by the book—
but not 
the same one.

No James, 
I never 
deceived you 
with anyone.

Dazzle-charged silver
(this page) twisted 
as boldly as chicken wire 
against silken smooth white.

Love the bizarre 
and anything unusual. 
Can travel. 
Want to meet 
anyone who has 
similar interests.