End over end, half thrown
half tossed, we stumble over each other
tumbling, like the token I took from my pocket
and gave to the air to make my decision
when you asked if I wanted the couch or the bed.
We are caught and slammed down,
turned over and exposed
as everything that covered us pulls away,
revealing the verdict.
Heads, you win—
tails, I lose.
My coin elects the couch.
You get the bed and walk away to tuck yourself in.
Still dizzy from the gamble, I toss and turn all night.
—Published 25th November 2018
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