Bad Pennies, by Marissa Glover

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

 

About Marissa Glover

Marissa Glover teaches and writes in Florida, where she is also the poetry editor at Barren Press. Her work is found in UK journals such as AmaryllisThree Drops from a CauldronPicaroonPoetry24Solstice Sounds, and Ink, Sweat & Tears—and was recently anthologized inPersona Non Grata by Fly on the Wall Press. Follow her on Twitter @_MarissaGlover_.

 

 

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