National Poetry Month’s Poem-A-Day 30-Day Challenge: Day 7
BLINKER
I could tell she had a tell
when she looked at her cards
and then over at me—
an ever so slightly slower
blink than her regular ten
per minute for the dust
and irritants of everyday life.
When she signaled to raise the bet I knew
for sure that she was bluffing.
All her stone-faced swagger and show
about to come to nothing.