Mom slides off the chairlift

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and into the alpine, whispers heaven.

In the lodge she asks why I haven’t won yet.

 

Won what I don’t know. This hot chocolate

& good tired is lovely. Maybe something

 

to do with wanting to confirm

a place in Society & something to do

 

with wanting to be secure & fears of being knocked

back to charmander from charizard,

 

or back to baby bowser first boss, 

at all stages of trying to move up in this country,

 

country of levels & King Boos, Shadow Queens,

upwardly mobile core, goods

 

for service, 30 year

fixed & its high cliffs, precarity

 

making us all feel fragile even when

we are made of gold. I try not to fight you

 

when you say the capitalist things

because I love you but because I love you

 

I will keep flustering & reminding you

I’ll intentionally miss the secret jump

 

off Rainbow Road to make sure I don’t end up

in a single spot on some lonely top. 

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