Eyes alit as she lets her wrist dance and
Releases the small dots on dice—twist and twist
I catch her wince
But she has already grabbed a cigarette
Smoke tumbling from her lips
Chest heaves and body seethes
Yet she smiles, baring plastic teeth
Cries, "Yahtzee!"
I sigh, I smile, I suppress all worry
I let the smoke clear the air
Try my own turn
Nothing there–
Scribble something in Chance
"I'm not so good at this" I confess
She laughs, shakily
But she can hide it
She's an actress
"Only I am" she says
Her smoke has stopped
And she's grasping another
And one more
Encore after encore
She takes one more breath
Then smothers it