I was playing poker
with three angels
one night in October.
They crunched their cigars
or smoked their cigarettes
and drank bourbon, straight no ice.
Michael was cocky.
He goaded the others
into a larger pot.
I had three Aces
and thought I could win the hand.
Gabriel was dealing
and threw me two Jacks.
I knew I would win the hand.
I threw four chips onto the table
and Gabriel turned to Daniel.
He wanted no cards
and pushed his stack of chips forward.
Gabriel and Michael folded
and the bet came back around to me.
I had a full house, Aces and Jacks,
but there were cards that could beat mine
and I wondered if Daniel might have them.
I threw my cards onto the table
and Daniel did likewise.
He had a pair of Fours.
Who knew an angel could bluff?
this was based on a dream i had. seriously, it was a smoky room with three angels smoking, drinking, and laughing their asses off.
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