wild cards

by amy sharp


My husband is teaching the boys to play poker.
The 6 year old is especially keen on it.
He is really into the bluffing part.

Cuz, lies.
Yeah.
He looked right into my eyes and asked me if it was a dangerous game.
I told him all gambling was dangerous.
I said it low and in a whisper because his older brother would put the cards down and walk away if he thought that.
But the 6 year old just fanned those cards and blew me a kiss and asked for more.
He told us he would play all night and my mouth opened into a broad laugh.

And hot damn can’t we see all the way to the future sometimes?

Can’t we see what we made?