Tonight's Poet Corner: I Quit

I Quit
by Belinda Roddie

You built your own board game
out of paper and random plastic
tokens that you scrounged from
the bottom of every desk drawer.
You made up the rules and changed
them whenever you were losing, crying,
"No fair!" when anyone upped the ante.
Somehow, after each death rattle
of the dice, the energy was sucked
out of the room. So your friends
abandoned you to drink beer
and play video games with
your much cooler father, and you
still don't understand why.