Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

3 a.m. Solitaire

"Here it goes again, 3 a.m. solitaire..."

3 a.m. Solitaire

Here it goes again,
3 a.m. solitaire with wet
seeping from my eyes.
Not in rivulets,
but like acid searing my cheek.
Play the queen of hearts on the king of clubs.






Article © Elaine Zentner. All rights reserved.
Published in the February 17, 2020 issue .
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.
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3 Reader Comments
Fred Foote
02/18/2020
08:21:30 PM
Eloquent in its brevity. It captures the essence of sadness and insomnia.
Patti
02/18/2020
10:42:27 PM
Something very haunting about this poem for me. King of clubs makes me wonder about abuse.
Gary Stream
02/19/2020
01:20:36 AM
So short, but says so much. Love the acid searing my cheek.
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