Fuzzy At Best
When the ball strikes the line
does that mean in?
Or out? How many cards
can I trade with the dealer?
And how many lives? I can’t
remember. We both know,
my grasp on the rules is fuzzy at best.
But if you open that
rulebook –
weighty as a bible, stuffed
with onion skin pages –
one more time, I swear
I’ll flee to the bar,
and gleefully forget everything else.
If we’re going to play a game,
I’d rather make it up
as we go.