The woman married to a gambler
watches her house turn to moonlight.
Her children start to levitate on the way to school
like helium balloons. She must grab them
by the feet and pull them down from the sky.

Her husband is turning into a horse,
betting on himself. She must somehow ride him
back into the house but he gallops wildly away
across fields of moonlight and wildflowers
while she screams. The time has come

to ride him off the cliff. She leaps off him
just in time as he enters the phosphorus waves
hissing below. She is left with only a postage stamp
and silence. She writes her mother who lets the silence
rest on her kitchen table for seven years.