Hugo Williams
Waiting My Turn At Scrabble
Gather your men, it’s your turn to
Begin. Let’s see what
You’ve got: the letters spell CAN-
DIDA. What can you do?
Go ahead. Just put them together,
Sit tight and watch from
The edge of your eye, they’re
Out of your hands, but whether
They’re out of your mind
Is another affair, now
It’s your turn again, pick up
Your plaques and you’ll find
They say CANDIDA. How do you
Feel? A little unsafe?
Play it cool boy, no one will guess
That it’s almost as hard to
Invent other words, split
Her name into letters, ever
To see any others down there
On the board, as to sit
In mid-air or to burn
By her side before love, play
The hand that is hardest of all,
That of quietly waiting your turn.
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