(For D.K. and the workshop crew)
At age 14, at a slumber party,
we girls played strip poker.
So naughty and scandalous. Not sure about them,
But I saw it as a way
to expose my ample rack
that was nonexistent a year ago.
Playing to lose, hand after hand,
I traded in aces,
destroyed all hopes of a straight–
then “lamented” my bad luck
while happily disrobing, thus achieving my goal.
Years later, my losses occur after my best tries,
and I play it close to the vest.
(Published in Paterson Literary Review)
© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2013