Poetry: Single Player Chess

chess

I’ve never understood

Single-player chess

I don’t understand

How you keep yourself

From taking sides

Isn’t there something

That makes you choose:

Black or white?

And then you try to make them win.

We’re ruled by our

Love of underdogs

By the tiny voices

Pulling strings in our minds

 

Choosing sides

And watching the rest fall apart

From there

 

Unless

You love the game

Rather than the victory

Unless

Your love of the intricacies

Of playing so well

That you can’t beat yourself

 

It all depends what gives you

Satisfaction, I guess.

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