2/365: Monopoly Nostalgia Breakdown

taken with Camera+, and then run through ToonPAINT, and then run through Oggl

taken with Camera+, and then run through ToonPAINT, and then run through Oggl

Marathon Monopoly games that ran for hours,
when we hid extra cash under the blanket’s edge
to look poor in a bid for kinder opponents,
when we flourished our hands through the air with Popeye candy cigarettes
to deliver dramatic statements in terrible pan-European accents —
Oh, deez two ‘otels? Doze leetle tings?
when we broke for lunch and trash-talked each others’ properties,
pretending Boardwalk and Park Place weren't all that.

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Sometimes poetry wants to be about board game nostalgia,
which makes me uncomfortable.
Is this even part of the poem?
Who knows? Life is confusing.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.