I don't care for chess, especially, I'd rather dance
But it makes my father smile to say I play and so I do
Now you are my chess club secret,
I'm fond of secrets—this one makes me smile.
I have my first dream
About a boy—it's you, and a rowboat, at my house.
I'm lost in the water, and it's dark—I call your name -
(I'm a maiden in distress now, this is what we maidens do.)
You rescue me and my pet loon, just before we are devoured.
The Patterson Lake Monster, (who looks like a giant pike)
Would have gotten us if you had not arrived.
Three moves to beat me is all you need, but still,
I don't mind.
I'm learning that losing to a boy
Can have its own rewards—whatever they are worth.
And defeat can be a snack, with apple juice in the afternoon
In the library basement,
To hold me over until I learn to win.
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