so she corrects his misspellings and
when he’s stuck, looks up words
in the Scrabble dictionary
so he can place a word, as long
it’s not too many points.
What she doesn’t tell him is that she
secretly browses for words
for herself, adding an “it”
to “pew” that she placed two
turns ago, and scoring triple
points on a cheat, landing over 300
points in one game, soundly beating
him by over 30 points.
Success is not so sweet when stolen
but sometimes confessions salve
the pain, revealed as such in late
poems such as this.
Photo of pewit courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/32187676@N05/3138401904/
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