Finding a Scratch off Lottery Ticket in a Used Copy of Frank Stanford’s Selected Poems
Maybe an unintentional gift from
the seller, forgotten as a bookmark,
saved to page 49: Living with Death.
Maybe a prank from Frank, sent
from the watery moonscape of his
Otherside. Win up to $250,000 shrieks
the purple ticket as my quarter slides
across its surface revealing lose
after lose, its worthlessness become
whole before I can even finish
fantasizing about what I’d do with
all that money. The dead are unlucky—
sure— but, speaking for the living,
we aren’t doing much better either.