The Card Game by Michael Minassian

                        Anthony Easton CC



THE CARD GAME

Every Friday night my father
and his friends gathered
at a different house to play poker--
the pots building up fast, dollar bills
forming a centerpiece on the table.

In those days, everybody smoked,
ashtrays full next to sweating
cans of Ballantine beer, 
and in the summer, a low murmur 
from the radio and Mel Allen’s voice 
calling balls and strikes, hits 
and outs at the Yankee games.

The wives gathered in the kitchen
around a black and white TV,
and when our turn came, 
I sat in an armchair next to the front door
keeping an eye on the poker players:
bankers and teachers, my dad,
and the priest from St. Mary’s Church.

Our next-door neighbors 
always the last to arrive--
the husband clutching his anger
locked inside a coffee can of change--
his wife wearing her sadness
like the long-sleeved shirts
covering her bruises--
my mother’s silent glare 
like a gambler’s last stand.

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MICHAEL MINASSIAN’s poems and short stories have appeared recently in such journals as Comstock Review, Main Street Rag, Poet Lore, and Third Wednesday. He is also a Contributing Editor for Verse-Virtual, an online magazine. His chapbooks include poetry: The Arboriculturist (2010) and photography: Around the Bend (2017). His poetry collection, Time is Not a River, published in 2020 is available on Amazon. For more information: https://michaelminassian.com

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