I Didn’t Think it Through
We’re laughing,
sipping Chianti,
playing Scrabble.
What Morgan doesn’t know is
that I’ve fixed the game,
marked the tiles I’m supposed to pluck
with little dots (in pencil).
On my tray, I have: M3 A1, R1 R1 Y4 M3 E1.
Morgan gets up to grab a blanket.
I smile,
then peek at her letters.
She doesn’t have what I want.
In fact, she has some scary things:
an N1 and a couple O1’s.
Abort mission.
Mathieu Cailler is a writer and educator who is currently studying at Vermont College. Recently his work has been published in Epiphany, Sleet, Two Hawks Quarterly, Daily Love, and Scissors and Spackle.
