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

ęDan Senn 2011