Checkers

Sitting on the floor playing Chinese Checkers

We were in the summer house

Crawling at my skin like those Aaron-knit sweaters

You're just talking at me now, I've got other things to think about

Always had my doubts

I'm so worn out

Sitting with a frog in between my fingers

I've realised that I've lost them all

Try to catch them up and fall

Looking at my scar when you mentioned dinner

'What do you want to eat tonight?'

In a daze, I say 'that's fine'

I know I'll let you down

When you find out

I'm letting you go

The big boss writes about power

People used to say I look like her

It's obvious I don't wanna be here

Good thing I'm a maladaptive daydreamer

So I'll take myself back to that summer

Playing checkers with my brother