Fever Five, Seven Out
Not really sure how
it all boiled down to this.
Two dice. And one roll.
I pretend to think--
to run the odds in my head.
Everyone cheers.
I lie and smile back,
like I know what I'm doing.
I don't. Believe me.
I should walk away.
Of course we all know I won't.
Guess we never do.
No small stakes this time.
Do or die. Win or wash out.
Am I turned on yet?
I feel someone's hand.
A pretty girl offers luck.
I barely hear her.
Dealer smiles at this.
Something he's seen many times.
And will many more.
He calls for my bet,
and I shout out a number,
close my eyes and throw.













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