When I was six years old
I played Chinese checkers
with a woman
who was ninety-three years old.
She lived by herself
in an apartment down the hall
from ours.
We played Chinese checkers
every Monday and Thursday nights.
While we played she usually talked
about her husband
who had been dead for seventy years,
and we drank tea and ate cookies
and cheated.
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This is the first poem Brautigan wrote after release from the mental hospital. He read it in public for his first try performing at "Blabbermouth Night" at The Place on Upper Grant in SF.
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