I was playing Tetris and
thinking about the girls
I just put to bed.
One’s my daughter by birth
the other is this emergency foster girl
The piece that was falling
was one of the tough ones,
It was blue. I had no good spaces for it.
even after hitting the “up” arrow half a dozen times
and cycling through the possibilities.
I wondered where I should put it.
I had those tired stupid-thoughts
Like why didn’t tetris have a trash can
to throw all the useless pieces into.
and then I felt sad
sometimes we fit by rotating 90, or 180, or 270 degrees.
and sometimes we don’t.
The uselessness doesn’t come from the shapes themselves.
It’s all about what’s gone on before.
if that piece had come earlier or later
it would have been the perfect fit.