The Game of Life


It’s you and me,

we’re only three.

And we build blanket forts

that aren’t blanket forts,

but goddamn castles.

Castles of the finest stone

covered in the greenest vines.

It’s the best goddamn castle ever.

We are the princesses.

We are whoever were want to be

because princesses make the rules.

It doesn’t matter that our castle will be destructed

when mom tells us to go to bed.

We can make a new castle,

a castle that will be better

than yesterdays goddamn castle.


Now its just me,

I’m twenty-three.

There are blankets on my bed,

they’re just goddamn blankets.

I don’t know when blankets started being blankets

and that game called Life,

when did that go from a rainbow spinner and tiny plastic cars

to a bill in the mail to pay for my rental car?



People tell us that blankets

cannot make castles

and Life isn’t a board game

but something that we always have to do,

and eventually we listen.

But I think we were right

when we thought that blankets

could be goddamn castles.


Oh dear me,

when I’m eighty-three,

don’t forget that life

can too be a game.

Because were here to have fun,

not just pay bills on fancy cars.

But most important at eighty-three,

is to not forget that blankets

can too be castles.

The best goddamn castles in the world.