i can feel the air-cushioned cards between my fingers when i hold the entire deck.
or a piece of the deck.
compulsively.
i can’t let go.
and the touch of the top of the card to the pad of my finger.
fingers.
and the face of the cards.
a different feel.
on the velvet-top.
on the green.
in the red square.
beneath the letters in particular font: DEALER PAYS 3–2.
and.
INSURANCE.
and the smell of the smoke of their [cigarettes and] torments rise around.
and their winnings.
not all torments end in torment.
after all.
and the free drinks.
and the chips in hand and on table.
dear blackjack, you’re a fun little thing.
maybe i can take you out one day.
but.
only.
if.
you’re.
21.
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