they sit in a circle of
4 always spinning
playing new lives,
highbacked chairs leaning
over to move the piece
sore lower back spasms
"your move"
"i'm morbidly obese this game"
"i just won the lottery"
"suppose that's just my bit in life"
"well you did strike gold last life and
G lost her son, it all comes round"
"no, no no fuck that, just jealous
because I have the fat stack I got the
win lined up"
awkward silence as the three eyed everything but G
"and looks like she'll get to go first next time"
Sunday, January 10, 2010
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