Elena Ivanova, Game Over
Kaput!
A. N. Grace
Oh! Blow that hole to blackened smithereens,
and take cautionary tales with teeth like
grandma’s, dash them to the wind till they fall
with the leaves, in soup of plaid detritus.
Because sometimes I just fundamentally
just don't get it: why people move the way
they do, why it all works when anyone
with eyes can see it doesn’t. What pushes us on,
what pushes you on to be dreadful and kind
and funny and sad.
A. N. Grace
Oh! Blow that hole to blackened smithereens,
and take cautionary tales with teeth like
grandma’s, dash them to the wind till they fall
with the leaves, in soup of plaid detritus.
Because sometimes I just fundamentally
just don't get it: why people move the way
they do, why it all works when anyone
with eyes can see it doesn’t. What pushes us on,
what pushes you on to be dreadful and kind
and funny and sad.