Cutthroat: A Friendly Game of Words with Friends
The letters mock me
As they line up
In alphabetical order
And challenge me
to rearrange them
In some semblance
Of brilliance
To disarm my opponent —
Or at least
Block that triple
Dangling its
Promise of a high
Score —
If I can’t have it
She must fail, too.
But that’s not very sporting
Of me, is it?
No?
Then don’t play me.
I like to win.
Maria Morera Johnson
