Practice with "Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota" by James Wright. This idea of a paradise in the first couple of lines hit me so i wanted to toy with the idea.
We’re
sitting, legs sprawled, you
lodged in between while I press start game.
Shrilling noises fill the room as you grab your controller.
“This will be
16-1 you slowly hum.”
"Yeah" I huffed and started. The games flew
while I just
watched your hands.
How the mark in the middle seems to vibrate,
shiver at the sound of your fingers skirting
across the controller, waving your hands
calling checkmate and lean back. Your shoulder
drive feels like wind dusting the
gravel off the mountains.
I press start game again. You kept drumming
to the sounds of your victory as
your hair tussled
under the weight of your wins, sweat forming.
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