red on black
black on red
in descending order
1-2-3-flip
the rain thumps its fingers on the roof
the cards click against her nails
her patience is a proud silent force
like her muted perfume
and I am so mesmerized
that I don’t budge
even when it clears up outside
and the locusts begin to beckon me again
cackling in their raspy voices
and my forearms stick
to the clammy surface
of the foldout table
so I am petrified that way
and long after she takes off
running after my sister
I am still there
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