Like the sting of a bee, that never goes away. No antidote for it, “just breathe” is all they say.

I am not sick, nor ecstatic as I play. Yet my heart shrinks when facing a new tray.

“Don’t dwell too much on it,” my therapist would say. The more attention it receives the bigger it becomes, I bet.

I guess I’ll live with it, an invitation to the game. Teaming up, to see how far we’ll get.