Houdini used to compare love to a toss-up of oranges. Three to be exact. The affair is always more exciting when the third party enters as a trick. The woman at some point will complain of missing hands. The first man will change rabbits into aphorisms. The last man will die starved of love. In the aftermath, loyalty will be as tired and true as an old Tony Curtis circus epic. Love reduced to flim-flam schemes and all kinds of amnesias. Children will juggle glass girl figurines that will shatter, will be swept up by the widowed night porter, who never in his life played with a full deck of cards.

paper dolls burn quick
their makers cry for water
an eternal thirst

Bio: Kyle Hemmings