Monopoly

Mother loves games so much children at
the playground hang from her arms and

legs. She plays Monopoly at the Cosmo
Club, jockeys hard for a few good

properties, not just the purple ones.
She hitches rides from her gentlemen

friends, then hides her thimble for them
to find. Mother’s got friends at the jail

because sometimes she uses her needle
too much. I keep waiting to hear she

slipped the knot and snipped her last
finespun strand of thread, falling past

Go, not stopping, collecting way more
than she bargained for.

—
Poem #6 for NaPoWriMo