Game 7

CHI 93               MIN 102

#1

I don’t have a tv,
So I watch the games on my computer.

I stream them through various websites.

Huge pain in the ass,

But I’ve been getting along this way
For the last several years.

(Getting along, by the way
Is how my grandmother used to answer the question:
How are you?

“Oh I’m getting along.”

She would then go on
To explain how her retirement home
Was like a concentration Camp.

Hyperbole, it seems, is genetic.)

About 5 seconds into
Overtime
My feed froze.

Well not so much froze as
Got stuck in a loop.

Pop-ups everywhere.

Robot voices issuing warnings
Like a Disney World Paul Revere--
​A useless noisy mess.

And the little rainbow wheel--
The face of futility--
Reflected in my eyes.

And that
Was the end
Of that.

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#2

I’ve been searching for a metaphor
To help me understand

This particular brand of
Disappointment.

This
Anti-climax.

Maybe this is
(the tiniest little bit)
What it’s like to be a woman.

Sexually, I mean.
With a man, I mean.

Putting in all that work--
Well, I’m not sure work is the right way to say it--

But all that time
Exchanging energy
As equals--

All that give and take.
All those waves of momentum.

Just to have things end so
One-sidedly.

It’s bullshit.