STORE
I hate it
how you
divide
my attention
playing chess
and you
do things
that divide
telling me
you a great grandmaster
(or should
that be
“grandmistress”?)
drawing attention to
how strong you are
in every
Queen’s pawn game
(look at my black square bishop
gliding down
that juicy open
long diagonal
pinning you
forking you
skewering you
doing exactly what I
feel today I just
need
to do to you
Oh I hate you when
you divide me
from my mind
you and
your diagonals
seems I better just resign,
enjoy then
what lies in store
poems 2 die for 