Tonight's Poet Corner: Here's Looking At You

Here's Looking At You
by Belinda Roddie

Humphrey Bogart's fedora
started talking to me
last night
when I was on the phone
with my sister-in-law,
who was filing for divorce.

The movie playing on my TV
was Casablanca, and
the fedora
had a very nice set of white teeth
and it didn't spit when it talked.

I can't remember what it said
but I don't think it'll matter
when my brother
knocks on my door,
bawling.

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