the odds

your friend
likes to gamble.
everything is
a bet.
will it snow,
will it rain.
will the jets
cover
on sunday.
look at that dog,
he says,
crossing the road,
then gives you
odds on whether
or not he'll
make it.
the green light
turning red,
he bets
that he can
speed through
before it changes
color.
his eyes
flicker like
the wheels
on a one armed
bandit
in old las
vegas. his heart
thumps
with anticipation.
it's a drug
he can't shake,
not ever, you bet.