Wheel of Fortune

NaPoWriMo 2018--Day 14

Numbers


My mother's brother ran the numbers.
His never hit.
We had a three story house with a stoop.
He lived on the second floor
in a room littered with
white paper strips.
The woman who rented the third floor
had a ouija board.
The planchette would glide across the surface.
How many children would I have?
Five? Six?
In winter my mother strung seven lines
in the cellar to hang the baby's diapers.
She always smelled of Clorox and Tide.
She didn't play the numbers.
But in summer, after the streetlights blinked on
we all played Crazy Eights.
She passed forty years ago.
She liked the Ace of Hearts.


Dark Goddess Tarot--Ace of Air--Nemesis--be honest with your word.