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The Curse of King Midas
Even King Midas had days like this:
Days when even the god's curse failed
and his touch evoked only copper or lead;
He invented steel that way—the Greeks knew only
that his words made good weapons.
Perhaps he awoke one morning
in his palace filled with dead gold things
and faced himself in the mirror, ass ears drooping.
"Bad hair day," he said to himself,
and went for his hat.
Downstairs, your roommate is practicing alchemy.
He pours ten types of juice together and ends with a mixture
which is not gold. He says he will take up bartending.
Upstairs, my shaking has stopped.
I am glad that my touch has not transformed you
and that you are flesh and not gold
in my arms.
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