Trey-balancers with perfect pitch. Obliged to stand side by side in the player's hand. Frond on the crown of the circles of addiction. Tomorrow the card players depart. The house a draw except for the creak of occasional sleep.
Minerals rise from hunger riddled tang of acids.
Rings of seclusion sting familiar strata. The vulnerability that bends in the middle when not expected. Spilling from my hand there are so many of them they curl as I try to hold on. Card trick for those for whom luxuriant dining has lost its thrill. German deuce, the model, hungers wide-mouthed.