I anxiously hand over a piece that I thought would be returned 10 fold she forcefully places the sphere on the table and it begins to roll She slams and old worn out cup over the tattered ball And effortlessly pulls it back and forth asking me to recall
She shows me what she wants me to see while playing this game I keep losing what I give but I keep playing just the same It could be my self deprecation that keeps me grinning or maybe the delirious dream of what would happen if I start winning
An eleventh hour revelation conforms to an audible...