Playing War with My Daughter
I stare at my half of the deck
thinking how this game is pureluck, then of how luck is more than
itself, how it grows exponentially.At this moment
much is on the line.She puts down a jack.
I put down a jack.We both flip over three cards,
place them face downuntil the moment of truth:
who’s lost what to the other.This morning we carved our
initials in the newly pouredsidewalk, made the letters so
small they’d go unnoticedto a passerby. Some day
we both may needto be reminded
of who we once were.
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