I’m full of scratch
me and my boys
shuffle the deck
roll the dice
throw the I Ching
throw a rickshaw ivory Made in Japan
throw a look
“that” look
our future seems bleak I say
Izzy jumps up on the table and scatters the cards
meows fit to break your heart
I rub my eyes, the cat the cat
I deal Izzy in
six cards all aces
make me a match I say
what? the boys ask
nevermind
we throw twenties on the table
Izzy folds
damn it the boys say when I rake in my winnings
how does he do it? they ask themselves
good game I say
