Tagged: arcade

three days before heading

three days before heading
home, a ball of nerves
tumbles in the chest,
jostled and batted around
like the best
game of post-election
pinball ever played,
where the score is
already in the trillions,
you’re playing right
into enemy territory,
and all the flashing
lights, bells and noise-
makers seem to only make
the ball move faster –
keeping up is essentially
adding so many
zeroes and counting on
that slingshot save
.
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we insist on being

we insist on being
uncool, so that it’s always
a surprise, like when
the electronic claw comes
down and pulls us out of so
much plush and stuffed
doubt, even on the first try
.
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there are mornings