At the end, she runs
without constraints, the maze gone,
but the ghosts still there,
following her yellow trace,
the compass of her body.
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Last Screen
PoetryLast Screen is a short chapbook of poetry I created inspired by my twin fascinations with the 8-bit arcade games of my childhood, and the Japanese tanka and haiku of poets like Basho and Issa. There is something pared-down and clean in the aestheti...
Last Screen on Ms. Pac-Man
At the end, she runs
without constraints, the maze gone,
but the ghosts still there,
following her yellow trace,
the compass of her body.
