Mario Kart

Four Poems

You are optimized integrals and algorithms without a bedtime, without friends or YouTube videos to watch, while I exist in this body with organs, yours without, the rhizomatic tendrils of an imagined player, a threat, a test to improve my own play style.

Rainbow Road

I pulled into first with her right behind me. She had a red shell. I had a banana. It was a game of chicken and timing.