PLOT FATALE [AMOM 02]
[PLOT FATALE]
Evening
The plot enters Morris’ mind as if the doors were open
They were
Takes a seat
Lights a cigarette
Blue smoke plumes up into the ghost of a story
Morris appraises the plot
Some other writers might fall for it
Morris knows better
That is not a piece of flash
It's got legs as long as a novel
A body thicker than War and Peace
This one is looking for a place to rest
Open centuries-old luggage
Spill a laundry list of characters
Rearrange Morris' marbles
A thousand-page hardcover
paperback marriage
Morris frowns
Not interested
Opens a notebook
Screams ink onto the page
“How many times must I explain
I’m already happily married
to the muses?”
Realizes the sentence is double-edged
Sheathes all hard-boiling anger and goes out
Wearing the neon night as a trench coat
Smoke-decked and heavy
Soon to be unbuttoned
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