i want to play chess on somebody's head
we sat down and i offered my hand
he didn't see it, with his head down
and said black decides where the clock is
positioned
it was discovered it wasn't working
so i fetched the microwave
to position next to the board
he
put on his chess gloves
my mother became a
backseat chess player,
then removed her lemon pudding
from the microwave
we continued
Jericho entered the room and leaned on my shoulder
he said
i'm
just
checking
on
you
mate
i lost
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