During a Texas Hold-Em Tournament, by Danielle Blasko

I say no matter how old I get I can look
forward to being younger than you.

You say we’ll be taking that dirt nap
before we know it.

And though everyone at the table double-takes,
half-laughing, nobody wants to sleep tonight.

And when finally we sleep, we wake without
a dream and none of us will mention this again.

Danielle Blasko is a Detroit native who recently returned to her hometown after three long years on an east coast beach. Last December, she completed her MFA through the University of New Orleans. She edits The Feline Muse and her poetry has most recently appeared or is forthcoming in Etchings, The Voice of the Bards Anthology, Red Ink Magazine, Verse Wisconsin, and Moose & Pussy.

© 2011, Danielle Blasko