Afterparty

I watch you study
The token
Resting
In the nest
Of your hand
As if it can be read.
Around me
The world stops
Except for all the
Real
Words inside
Clicking against each other
Like dice thrown
On a table
This is how I press my luck tonight.
And when you look up
To play your wild card
I fold
And meet you halfway.
All bets are off.

 

Anne Mikusinski has been writing poetry and short stories since she was seven years old and most probably making them up long before she could hold a pen or pencil in her hand.
She finds inspiration in music and art, and sometimes, even little things that happen every day. Her influences range from Robert Frost and Dylan Thomas to David Byrne and Nick Cave, and she hopes one day, her work will inspire others in the same way these writers have been an inspiration to her.