gambling with poetry

dear editor

please consider my following poem

for your literary magazine

thanks so much

for putting up with me

and my incessant submissions

each time I cut and paste a poem

into the body of an email

and click SEND

I feel like a gambler

placing a bet on the roulette wheel

rubbing his hands together

closing his eyes

and thinking, ‘hell, maybe

this one will hit.’

then afterwards

I sit back in my chair and smile

imagining the day

when I finally take down the house

By Jackson Warfield