In our minds
We sit and stare
In thought of who goes
First. I draw a card.
She plays a card
I play and she draws
Two more, I play knowing
She has two more cards
I draw three more, but I’m oblivious
To what’s happening.
She smirks.
And plays two cards
One was the joker and the other a Queen
She controls the game....
yet I know the outcome
Of the endless cycle of
Chicane.