snake
a(nother) inverse poem
a photo of the author in an arcade, 2017
play it again.
dig up a sticky coin from your endless pocket and
let the arcade-crazed crowd
scream and jostle
your arm against mine as we
move through the tricky handoff of
like to love to lose.
in a liminal zone, where we
allow the flashing lights to set us
on the path to somewhere good,
remember what led us astray
abandon the currency that makes you
slam the side of the machine
when you lose
me
everyone watches
About the Creator
Suze Kay
Pastry chef by day, insomniac writer by night.
Find here: stories that creep up on you, poems to stumble over, and the weird words I hold them in.
Or, let me catch you at www.suzekay.com
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