Brass / words / 2005 / Try

look in my eyes
tell me how
much you hate
this game

as you make your
next move

as
	you
		try
			to
		beat
	me

chilling visions
in our minds

            I see you before
            you
				think
					you
				see
			me


dancing together
unity prosperity

illusions
our reflections
on bathroom floors

your skin.

our game is perfect
don’t lie to me

please.

don’t stop
lying to me