I was never taught how to play
chess. At seven, I watched
my uncle position-play his friends
after his Amway presentations.
Dimensions of strategy, stretching
my mind six moves ahead
with pyramid impact, knotted
in my memory. I learned
most people I knew repeated
movements, chess pieces
within safe parameters, recurring
pawns and rooks, looped
by a yarn of life’s conditions,
compelled by fear, failure—running
when others were running
without hearing the gunshots
others heard at a Miami Bass
concert. A girl is laughing,
loving a boy in our high school
locker room—a train of six
boys follows. I blend
hidden against a dark corner.
Mervyn Seivwright’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Santa Fe Literary Review, AGNI, The Trinity Review, Montana Mouthful Literary Magazine, iō Literary Journal, Toho Journal, and Rigorous Journal, as well as in Z Publishing’s anthology 2019 Emerging Poets in Kentucky. His work has also been commissioned by the British Museum in Ipswich, England. Born in London and of Jamaican lineage, he lives in Tipp City, Ohio. (updated 4/2020)