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Nolan put on his Nintendo 64
in that farmland basement
and handed me one of the controllers.
Hunting me down
in this GoldenEye game
with a few of his
It was supposed to be each man for himself,
but they hunted in packs.
Like wild hyenas.
All because he wanted nothing to do
with his present girlfriend
and a lot more to do with mine.
I imagine it a plan hatched in advance.
Premeditation as the lawmakers say.
To make me look as bad and inadequate
But I couldn’t care in the least.
Handed my controller off to one of the other girls
who made them put on Sonic the Hedgehog.
So she could collect all the imaginary gold
while my girl and I sat upstairs
Watching the sun go down
through this window
over the sink.
In control of the music
and maybe some our lives just
for that moment.