derby Tanisha Agarwal with the price of my grandfather’s ring and the cash you got on your birthday we leave for the races. you place our bets as I save you a seat, beside me, like always. we wager on horses with the worst odds because we like their names i put 50 to win on poetess and she just can’t keep up with the others you’ve got 30 on silver tongue and he’s disqualified for interference together, we bet 90 on a horse called authenticity when the starting gates open,
he bucks— the jockey deposed:
(the hubris of masters revealed at last) and authenticity, creature of habit
but not of conformity,
gallops across the green reins streaming after, out of the running, and running nonetheless.
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