casino day
Issac Rollins



at my desk I 
keep a poker chip
small
blue
worth a dollar
at a dying atlantic city
casino
it reminds me
how some men
are the 
lucky ones
they collect these
chips in 
the thousands,
collect the girls and the status  
that come
with the chips
they always have cash in
their pockets

some men are born
to be 
lucky sons of bitches

baby, I can promise you I’ll 
never be one. 
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About the Author: Issac W. Rollins is a 25 year old poet and short story author. Outside of writing, he enjoys film and the outdoors, as well as live music. He is currently working on his first chapbook. His work can be found here, on Instagram, as well as various online publications. He lives in southern New Jersey.