Poker Face

I don’t have the best poker face.

I never have;

I never will.

Every gambler has tells, and I am no different.

When God dealt out my cards and created my life,

he made me angry, 

emotional,

and observant.

My eyes narrow slightly

when I look at my unlucky cards.

My eyes close briefly, 

tears threatening to spill out,

when I fear all is lost.

My eyes widen the tiniest bit,

when I realize I’ve just found my way out.

I’m surprised at what one can find when one is simply quiet and

assessing the world.

To win the game is not only to cover your tells,

but also to exploit someone else’s.