The Joker

by Janaleigh "Jay" Muszynsky

 

I am nothing but a badly dealt hand, a flop on a Wednesday afternoon. It’s a safe bet that Dad will send a card on my birthday, double down on Christmas,  but there are 363 other days in the year. Mom always says an “oops” is better than a mistake, but Bob Ross was always a bad beat.  We all know that a straight is better than a full house, I’d rather burn the house.  It’s a safe bet that Dad will send a card on my birthday, I’ll double down for Christmas, but there are still 363 other days in the year. I wish I hadn’t ended up this way, a folded hand never worthy of the heads up. We all know that a straight is better than a full house, but I’d rather burn the house.  Dad used to say he lost his favorite queen – but was it me or was it her?  I wish I hadn’t ended up this way, like a folded hand, never worthy of the heads up.  The Ace is always high when you’re Asian, and I learned to expect nothing less. Dad used to say he lost his favorite queen, is it me or is it her?  Mom always says that the closest she got to gambling was with me.  The Ace is always high when you’re Asian, and I learned to expect nothing less.  All of the cards were in his hand, but he still chose to play 52 pick up. Mom always says that the closest she got to gambling was with me, but I think it was with him.  The harshest play will always be the slamming door, the table flipping, the room going dark.  All of the cards were in his hand, yet he made me pick up the deck.  I wish my mom placed her bets differently. The harshest play will always be the slamming door, the table flipping, the room going dark.  I am nothing but a badly dealt hand, a flop on a Wednesday afternoon.

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