INTERVIEWS
It was a fix, you said.
As if you knew a fix when you saw one.
You gamble with dollar bills
and shrug that the basketball pool
at work is too complicated
to play. I know, at least,
how to score.

So what if a scrum of men
surges toward one white line
like it was the end of the world?
The end of the world
stands patiently at the bottom of
staircases and the ends of sidewalks.

As you throw your stub on the ground
and complain all the way back to the car,
the end of the world is chewing
his toothpick and sweeping
peanut shells behind us. And he says,

Fix, shmix.

You can sit or stand
or lunge or slide;
but no matter where
you kneel and eye the clock,
my hand is down,
palm open. Just keep rolling.









Emily S. Warren's work has been published in The Journal of the Delta Epsilon Sigma Society, The Crab Creek Review, and The 80th Anniversary Anthology of the Poetry Society of Virginia. She grew up in New York and now lives in Connecticut, where she works as a nurse.
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