and the thud of the pawn
sliding off my greasy fingers
of love, of betrayal
Scratching the painted wood
white and black
We all choose our colors
and wait to be punished
Wait to see where Victory lies
She speaks of chance like life isn’t a choice
A list of possible movements
Taking turns, our courteous jabs
I won,
I think
that everyone was right. Winning isn’t everything
it’s nothing
a pill for your head, from the wine, for your heart
Or a dose of memory for your morning rise
Don’t play games,
I say
But I'm just a moving piece
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