(no subject)
my grandmother plays her cards carefully
i keep an eye on what she does
she can barely see these days and her
thoughts go more slowly and she's not as
aware as she used to be of what she
communicates with her body
i almost feel like a seasoned card player
opposite her and i make an effort every
time we play to remember that if she was not 93
but ten or twenty years younger than that, she
would wipe the floor with me and give me a glass
of water afterwards to recover from the force
with which she slammed me down
i make an effort to remember she taught me
the little i know and that the amount i know truly is little
not to mention that i don't have the talent for it she does
but then some days, like today, when she just beats
me, beats me, beats me so continuously that i'm left
panting on the side of the playing field, she makes
remembering that
fairly easy
i keep an eye on what she does
she can barely see these days and her
thoughts go more slowly and she's not as
aware as she used to be of what she
communicates with her body
i almost feel like a seasoned card player
opposite her and i make an effort every
time we play to remember that if she was not 93
but ten or twenty years younger than that, she
would wipe the floor with me and give me a glass
of water afterwards to recover from the force
with which she slammed me down
i make an effort to remember she taught me
the little i know and that the amount i know truly is little
not to mention that i don't have the talent for it she does
but then some days, like today, when she just beats
me, beats me, beats me so continuously that i'm left
panting on the side of the playing field, she makes
remembering that
fairly easy