She was the blue car
on the inside
of the innovative electric circuit,
the black racetrack
with yellow lines,
knowing it was
easy to outstrip her opponent
if she could play her hand right,
a red mark on her thumb
from trying too hard -
the car once again jumps the tracks -
damn.
Fortunately, her concentration broken,
she acknowledges
the intense feeling of relief
that accompanies finally, truly
exiting the endless, anxiety ridden
circle of almost-logic
that defies conversation,
thoughts motivated by
"rational decision-making"
that undercuts, undermines
true emotion.
Or perhaps it reveals the truth,
because without emotion
it's not a fun game anyway -
who would want to play?
So, this time, she chooses to be the red car
on the outside of the track,
slows her breathing,
presses her thumb down,
and envisions a different outcome.
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