Against the Bed Board
Against the bed board, it is painful;
Eyes water, the video screen fuzzes.
Fixated on a controller,
It erases the pain—
I am in the zone.
I am bored; I really don’t like video games,
But I play them anyway,
Fixedly,
Like a hurt that is better frozen than healed,
A steak better wrapped in the freezer than brought into the sunlight.
A steady gaze that rather forgets than remembers,
Rather lies arched in piqued degrees of irritation.
© Greig Roselli
2007
