Gambling
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
