You always win
at checkers
Always first in
cards
Always the king
of scrabble
You deftly
unscramble
The muddle
inside my heart
While I pull the
wrong suit
And gratefully
root myself
Into your arms
and ask you
Without ever
asking you aloud
To just keep
buzzing your voice
Against my skin.
You’ve always
been the first to finish puzzles,
The last to let
the towers fall.
You are a
prodigy at bingo
And you’ve
always handled victory well.
But when I ask
you to convince me
That this is not
a flaw,
It’s just a
square that takes me two steps back,
It’s just a
snake,
It’s just a jail
card,
You don’t know
what to tell me.
You only ever
land on ladders and
You only ever
skip through “GO”.