Letter to You

Letter to You

There are so many of you

I lost count, the financial you

the tragic you, the fingered you,

the you that you tell me is you,

every single thing about you.

I have led you along by the nose

to sniff the traces of you left behind

in snow drifts, women’s panties,

the blood under my fingernails

is distinctly yours.  I’ve wept

in corners near you, pushed

into frenzy after frenzy

and yet still, I cannot find you.

One more time I reach for the file

called you, the Black Swan

it is called, the moment

you dropped the ball

and realize, yes, that is you.