game over

in a cleaning frenzy

I throw away all

the board games but scrabble.
words,

not trivia
melt my butter.

I carry the boxes out to the curb.
games
of another life.

with their little pencils
and scores.

I stack them up
like bricks in a wall.

someone will find them,
or not.

makes no difference
to me. game
over.