Gambling for a Living
My great-grandfather could fix things,
put his bare hands to a wooden fence
or length of pipe. I can't even put
a swedish dresser together
without cursing
the slabs of wood sacattered
across the living room floor. In fifteen
minutes I'm going to play
for a million dollars and I'm naked,
hungover in the dark,
no handmade furniture in the house,
my closet full of broken boards.
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