Game

Mouse on a wheel
Running a pretend race
Synthetic, worn
Feed me enough to feel real
I won’t ask for more
Silver bars
Bend and change directions
At perfect angles;
Embrace me
In metallic affection
I don’t leave
Playing your game
All this time
I never asked why
I wanted to win
Too shy to ask
About these needles
Electric shocks
I am the task
Below ticking clocks
Grow me right
Mouth cut into thirds
Hard questions
Can’t be tried
Without words
Playing your game
All this time
I never asked why
I wanted to win