woods-pretending

November 7, 2024

I read the play, hatchet job, but you work with what you got
Life is just two quarters in the machine
But either you got it or you don’t, that’s the thing
I was still hittin’ the buttons, “Game Over” on the screen
Dollar movie theater, dingy foyer, little kid, not a penny to my name
Fuckin’ with the joystick, pretendin’ I was really playin’
Pretendin’ I was really playin’
Pretendin’ I was really playin’

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Thought:

“You: an Achilles’ apple

Blushing sweet on a high branch

At the tip of the tallest tree.

You escaped those who would pluck your fruit.

Not that they didn’t try. No,

They could not forget you

Poised beyond their reach.”

Sappho | Fragment 105(a) tr. Anita George

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