The House Where The Game Was Played Poem by Genevieve Surrender

The House Where The Game Was Played

Rating: 4.5


I sit
in the house where the game was played
with a glass of wine in my left hand
and a pack of cigarettes in my sweatshirt.

I sit
in front of a digital box
looking at pieces of the universe
trying to understand why I'm such an idiot.

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