The board is all set up – just so,
the plastic figures in their proper squares
facing off. She has no idea
how much this terrifies me –
I have no idea
whether I’ll make it through a game
but I promise to try.
The barrage of instructions
almost overwhelms my brain
(as predicted)
so I blindly follow the recommended moves
trusting that my opponent has
my best interest at heart.
What could possibly go wrong?
She’s the one who wanted
to teach me, after all.
Despite my most valiant efforts
(probably not very valiant, in truth),
her brother’s earnest assistance
(and offers to assume control),
and all the patience I can muster,
the Queen of Chess Avoidance surrenders
and I forfeit the game
before it’s even over.
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