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Tetris
By Ria An '27

My eyes dart
to the corner of my macbook
My second, third fourth finger pressing
down intently with an occasional snap
of the spacebar with
My left thumb
leaving a small echo of satisfaction as the
colorful blocks clasp each other perfectly just to
get deleted into an empty
Row

 

Pricks of annoyance from the
blocks leaving an empty space between
each other; a hole
Yet I’m always tempted to click that
button to play a game of glaring down the blocks

 

Am I the long green block, a rare savior that
whisks away rows of the colorful blocks at once
but is only useful in long, long emptiness?


Am I the yellow zigzag block that
fills up a corner efficiently each time but never
gives the thrill of clearing rows and rows?

 

Am I the blue square block that
is there when there isn’t enough space to fit
but isn’t there when a big hole forms on the screen?

 

Do I even have a shape,
rows to fit me snugly inside or
am I just another block that irritates
and annoys, creating gaps in that black screen

 

Or, I wonder as the screen flashes red as the top block
crosses the line someone has
decided to draw
I was meant to leave those empty holes
I was meant to see the tapestry of patterns and colors I
pressed and controlled and created
instead of rows and rows disappearing because
they fit a bit
too perfectly.

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