We’d played scrabble.
It’s not that you cheated
you just didn’t play by the rules
and every-time
I arranged my vowels
you would knock my letters
Scattering
to the four corners
of the earth
and of my poor wretched mind.
I would kneel and collect them,
carefully rearrange them,
Settle my score
And deplore
My next move
My next word.

But then again,
you would scatter,
so they would clatter
upon the lino floor.

Please I would beg,
as a big tear
falls
onto my letters.
They would dissolve
and I would resolve to try again,
to make some sense of this drunken,
game you kept involving me in.