smokey poker room
I sit reluctantly
—lose predictably

seek comfort in food
the Bellagio buffet
got my money’s worth

Touchdown Vegas

two hours backward
fifty degrees warmer
touchdown in Vegas

hundreds of people
crank slot machine handles
unhappy faces

The Battle

common cold syndrome
nothing a sauna can’t fix
two hundred degrees

each room in the house
contains a stale cup of tea
I still have a cough

“I’m glad we are friends.”
text hits like a sledgehammer
reads like a curse