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Me, Myself, and Solitaire

By Ann Christine Tabaka

Me, Myself, and Solitaire

Playing solitaire on a lazy afternoon
as a patch of sunlight
moves slowly across the floor,
the cat follows it stretched out,
and belly up.

In the monotonous rhythm
of turning over cards in threes,
I catch myself cheating.
I discover the red queen and yell
"off with her head."
The cat looks up at me and blinks.
She knows that I am mad.

The sunlight begins to fade.
I tire of shuffling cards.
We both become bored
with the mundane.
Cards scatter on the floor with a flourish,
as the cat runs off to hide
under the bed.

I am now left all alone
with me, myself, and I.






Article © Ann Christine Tabaka. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-02-05
Image(s) are public domain.
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