Poker
The sky is as clear as my mind longs to be
And the moon is hidden in plain sight.
No one lies in bed beneath this rooftop of mine
And everyone is missing.
I haven’t slept in days
And I’m more awake than ever, waiting.
My eyes close
And I hear the first note of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
The monsters have risen from under my bed.
They stare at me.
I smile at them
And begin to deal the cards.
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