what if i had a handle
for you
to slide your palm up
& pull down, greed
feeding your fingers
[that's the way we held hands]
as you'd wait for my reaction,
for which sounds i'd make
this time,
to know if we were just
playing, or if it was
real.
although, even if we were
to be winning this game,
we wouldn't stop there
& so we'd lose again.
forever you tried to match
me across all three boards
(heart, mind, body)
& know that if you did
make me empty before you,
the coins that would fall
are just the result
of computerized sincerity
(there's nothing real here).
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