Boardgame Relationship

Her tears hit my earth like bombs
Leaving my room holding onto my
Door frame hoping it will protect
Me from this earthquake of pain

Maybe it’s what I’ve seen
Him walking out the bathroom
Waiting to receive the blow he placed upon my mom
Seeing her vision in his hands

Maybe it’s what I’ve felt
His eyes piercing my eight year-old’s happiness
Disney’s happily everafters shattered
Throwing her glasses upon my feet

Maybe it’s what I’ve heard
Her tears in the shower
Telling me it’s okay
It’s going to be okay
But the damage is done
It’s what I’ve seen, felt, and heard


Rewind
She said it was a game, she was playing
Where her tears were the leverage

Board game: Relationship
Players: 2 no more, no less
Materials: tearful dreams, hopeful pain, and a man to blame
Instructions:
He must piss you off!
(Because God forbid women use the voice we have so longed fought for.)
Forget the Alice Pauls and Sojourner’s truth
Let him slap the pain away
Let the volume of his voice be the only sound within your mental frame, evaporating your tangible dreams
How to Win:
He leaves you for his wife.
Pause:
What happened to Jenga, Connect 4, Mother may I, Red light Green light, Tetris, jump rope, Monopoly, Twister, ping pong, Ms. Pac man, hop scotch or Super Mario Brothers


Fast Forward:
Hey mom, I don’t need to play your hitting, yelling, shoving games because I have a man that won’t lay a hand.
Warning: Hazardous to true love and your daughter of 8
HAVE FUN!