Gamble
|In 2014-15
|By Tulsa Review
by Damian Anderson
I draw. . .
slowly, with a soft whistle around,
piles of green, to place on the velvet
I draw. . .
out my glove, reaching forward to meet
that of the dealer, dealing my hand
I draw. . .
my next turn, my hand full of cards,
to play against men, a man’s game
I draw. . .
on ancestral instincts, to help
guide my hands, calmly, “All in”
I draw. . .
on the silent despair, bittered
when I’m matched by excess
I draw. . .
in my breath burning tight,
my face deadpan calm, mechanical
He folds. . .