Published May 15th, 2025
by Maria Carbunaru
I get behind the doors of my casino
a sneak peek of the games I play inside.
some are trashy and in some I lie,
in cards I cheat, and cheating never dies
and even though you know that here we're cheating
you come. you play. you lose. you break. you cry
another hand! you ask. to turn things over.
but they left you all alone, the jacks, the queens
and now you've lost your lucky four-leaf clover.
you want to win this game, or so it seems
but honey, why on earth do you keep playing
against yourself, you crazy pair of twins!
it might be misfortune but it's also in your favor
'cuz they were right, the house...
it always wins
About the Poet
Maria Carbunaru resides in Porto, Portugal.
Read the poet's biography on Maria Carbunaru's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Poetry World #12,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Europe Poetry Magazine:
Rotterdam
by Kate Copeland
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