Just maybe
I like the casino because
It’s not like other places
It’s not like the grocery store
It’s not like the offices or mailrooms I worked
It’s not like the gas stations
Or the strip malls
And the fast food places
And just maybe it’s the bigness of the place
The bright lights and low lights
And the music being played
And walking in there and seeing the workers
The gm and the maintenance people
Cashiers and front desk restaurant workers
The silly cartoons on the machines
Things promising hope
I guess I’m addicted to that
Damion Hamilton is from St. Louis MO. His poems have appeared in Chiron Review, Poesy Magazine, Zygote In My Coffee, Red Fez, The Camel Saloon and many others. He writes poetry, stories and novels. He has written several books. Available here. He can be found on twitter here.
