fork and knife tattoo

while your truck
idles in the lot
and you stand
in line
at the seven
eleven
scratching at
your new tattoo
on your shoulder
depicting a fork
and knife,
with your numbers
written on a slip
of paper, you
place your
bet down
with a six pack
of beer, a
hot dog in hand,
your blistered
feet in flip
flops. and you
wonder if
you win, what
then would change
and why.