The Black Mark
by Dan Senn
I feel like the curb
I smacked
with the BMW
three nights ago.
A black mark on my lip—
wondering if maybe
all will turn sour now
having dropped
the diamonds
down the sewer.
Recovery impossible.
Should I send a text?
Is the coast clear?
Or, should I pack up and run,
the fool I am?
It’s the worst,
this thing.
What everyone
worried about
before I came.
“That man’s
dangerous to us.”
“And look now.
He’s done it! “
Dan Senn
Sydney, Australia
©Dan Senn 2011