Nici said her SIMS character froze when she
cancelled an order, couldn’t budge - she had
to restart the game; I know when I eat allergy
food, my brain freezes like SIMS characters;
Nici says all the furniture is sold, when she
restarts, she has to start from scratch
That’s what happens to me when I eat things
my system cannot digest; my mental house
cleared out, I have to restart everything, lately
I am prepared to deal with falling into the Black
Hole in my head: Restart the brain-game, re-
place everything - as Nici does when playing
SIMS - retrieve my memories
I wish I could fill in forms saying “I’m having a
SIMS day, please excuse me from all activity”
then I won’t try to pay with the garage-card in
the supermarket, won’t tell everyone my brain
is unhinged; I would be staying at home, safe
in my bed, not trying to smile
While being utterly confused; I would have been
in SIMS heaven, especially when you see the
houses Nici creates for them!
[SIMS is a new computer game the kids are playing,
they construct a family, then build houses and careers
for them. I haven’t played it as yet.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is seemingly, so if you must know..we are sorely lacking in building and stacking as the young now choose to do in mild play...iip