This poem arose from a roll of the Metaphor Dice: hope = silent + curse Those words fell away at some point, but their scent remains... Jackie O She dreamt I would be Caroline to her Jackie O. If Caroline worked at a foundation (for so said the New York Times), then I must work at a foundation. Never mind that she had no clue what a foundation was. A foundation was clearly an uptown castle for a princess desiring to give the appearance of working without actually exerting herself, doing discreetly philanthropic things without God forbid ever encountering an actual needy person. I would write tasteful prose, mingle with fellow philanthropists at Soho ...