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Charlie’s son’s story
Laura Bontrager
in the darkness, the leaves change, turning
over into fragile red tokens. nature plays
poker with a merciless face; the cards
shuffle through the fingers of fate and
flip fast to the table. raw deal and we
(the family players) gather our hands close.
mother is in debt; my sister and I
are unaware of the rules;
my father is a frightened man.
he has two chips and a needy grip. he has a knot
of cancer in his belly which aches whenever he loses.
he chews an antacid and bluffs high with
combination chemicals. the deal is against him.
mother knits her brow, contemplating the cards,
and fools us all. she rakes in her winnings like leaves,
then quits the table, looking for higher stakes.