Faraday's Nights

A Poem by Little Birdie

Went all-in on the bet that I still love her.

She waited on a high chair
all glitter and glamour
blue lights and thick smoke
recrossing legs at intervals
I could set up a clock to
leg slit headed north
hazel eyes pushing south
a hollow smile

I don't know what she wanted
from me, at a place like this
more a garrison waiting to blow
than a casino down on the riviera

She smelled the combustible air
long before I ever came in
went all-in on the bet
that I still love her

and before it all goes haywire

we'll be polite regardless of
what has gone on before
she'll play her happy marriage
like shadows on the walls and
ten seconds in I will admit
she's the one I've been dreaming about
all along.