roll the dice

she says,
with a drink
in her hand
smelling of
cheap perfume.
roll the dice,
baby, toss in
your hat and keys,
your shoes.
why not.
working nine
to five
is taking so
long to get to
your promised
land, whatever
that might be.
put it all in
the middle of
the table and roll
the dice.
what do you have
to lose, but
everything,
which ain't much.
she's right,
but i'm not that
brave or
stupid, not yet.