“Poker”–Lauren Pierce

Poetry

Big blind little blind pass the chip

 

Mind racing

Heart chasing

Do I raise or call

 

Rapid calculations

Suppressing expectations

I will risk it all

 

Big blind little blind pass the chip

 

Stomach clenching

Legs tensing

I have to think fast it’s on me

 

Figuring my chances

Making nervous glances

I will stay while it’s still free

 

Big blind little blind pass the chip

 

Counting my blessings

Can they see I am guessing?

I have a feeling in my gut

 

Putting all my chips in

Covering up my grin

One more opponent cut

 

Big blind little blind pass the chip

 

Hands raising

Eyes gazing

Looking at the new card

 

Watching others bet

I know what I would get

This choice is not hard

 

Big blind little blind pass the chip

 

Lungs breathing

Chest squeezing

I have it on the flop

 

Passing my deception

Masking my elation

I wait for their jaws will drop

 

Big blind little blind pass the chip

 

Shoulders slumping

Fingers thumping

I am done, and really stressed

 

Looking as the river’s flipped

Sinking as my lead has slipped

I’m tired and just want rest

 

Big blind little blind pass the chip

 

Eye droops

Mind loops

I am ready for this to be over

 

Putting faith in a sensible choice

Ignoring my screaming inner voice

I guess I lost my four-leaf clover

 

Oh well.