Poker
So, cards on the table. You always see
it coming. Just the way
life goes. Like how
you can see through someone before
they turn away and the light goes
and it’s nighttime for three minutes,
until suddenly it’s not. Empty
hands and no good reason.
Hey Doc, I’ve been sleepwalking
through the forest again and I keep waking up
with a mouthful of dirt. Black, thick,
choking dirt, and the hole in the ground
just getting deeper. It’s getting on your
nice tiled floor and yes, I’ve tried the meds
before and swallowed them all down and it didn’t
make a difference. Nothing does, nothing
but turned faces and it must be one of those
days where you count the years left
on one hand. Whichever way
you turn, there is someone
with their back to you.
So, play your hand.
Erin Duffy lives in Boston, MA. She enjoys reading too many books at a time and can be found talking to the birds in her neighborhood park.