First Poem: "Klink"

[Card]

Oh, it's closer to the lottery. Back when the first hospitals were established, they could only take in so many newborns to care for. They had mothers draw white, red, and black balls. White meant you were in, red was the waiting list, and black was shit outta luck. That stuck with me, that there are only so many white balls we can pluck.

And I didn't really have a form in mind, I just wrote what sounded good in my head.
And the klink sound was how I thought the balls would sound --hitting against each other-- but it also sounds like coins.