shooting rubber bands across
the room
to see who could
knock a paper
cup over that was
propped up on a chair.
i tried and tried,
shot after shot.
missing.
missing, wide left, wide
right.
too high.
too short.
not coming close.
she took one rubber band,
squinted one eye,
aimed and fired.
and down the cup went.
game over,
she said,
then stood up
and dropped the mike.
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