19: April 2019 - #8 Afterparty
Authored by Anne Mikusinski
I watch you study the token resting in the nest of your hand as if it can be read. Around me the world stops except for all the real words inside clicking against each other like dice thrown on a table. This is how I press my luck tonight. And when you look up to play your wildcard I fold and meet you halfway. All bets are off.