From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over the kitchen table, the stiff, linen-finish cardstock of this new Rook deck scraping against the rough wood while I try to shuffle. My fingers keep snagging on the frayed cuffs of my heavy wool sweater, and I’m humming "Alexander’s Ragtime Band" just to drown out my brother’s complaining about the lousy luck he's been having with the Bird. He’s nearly as faint as that kid in the Berkeley theatre the papers are yapping about, but I'm not handing him any water. I just want to feel the snap of these cards in my hand until the sun goes down and the house goes cold.