hearts are wild

i don't understand you,
she says to me,
as i look at my cards,
holding them tight
to my chest.
i can't read you.
me either, i tell her,
putting two cards
down on the table
and staring at
the deck in her hand.
it's confusing at times.
i push all my money to
the middle, take off my
watch, my shoes,
my shirt and add them in too.
i look at my two new
cards. i can't win with
this hand, but i do know this.
i want to keep it
going.
i raise you everything
and call.
show me yours and i'll
show you mine.