Poem By Eli MorenoDrew
I deal the cards out.
Two for each me and myself.
I stare down my competitor.
He was bluffing.
I couldn’t read him, but he was bluffing.
That’s how he gets around,
Raising and bluffing,
Begging others to join the madness.
It’s amazing what the risk is with nothing:
Two queens, that’s what I have to lose.
So I called the raise.
And with each card flipped and buried,
I felt the sweat bead on my knitted brow.
My competition didn’t even blink.
Why would the King of Deceit?
So when we crossed that bloody river,
It was clear: murdered by a flush of hearts.
Then I showed myself the bleeding hearts.
It was true.