Jim shuffles, Sandy cuts.
He deals.
Tony says something witty,
And everybody laughs.
Marilyn throws back her head.
(How close to grief that laugh of
hers,
Her smile a grinning skull!)
Jim sorts his cards, then helps
himself to nuts.
(He doesn’t love her anymore,
She doesn’t understand me.
Let’s do disgusting things,
Naked, wine, smear cherry jam,
I’ll lick it off your pretty
thighs,
We’ll lie there till the world
burns,
Or soldiers come and shoot us.)
Marilyn glances at the score.
Tony passes. Sandy bids a
heart.
