Quietly Under Elephants Leaping Fast

Poetic prose about insanity and board games.

Three spaces forward. Two spaces back. To ancient times and distant music.

Look at the card and you move forward. Look at the card and you move back. Your turn. Wait, move back again.

Sit under the table. Name creatures. The timer runs out. Toast’s done. Wrap a belt around your head. Have someone spritz perfume on you.

Three spaces forward. Two spaces back. The point of the game: lose your mind.