I had to scream to get it.
I had to give up.
Crushed against the force of a strangely polygonal beast with no face, no care, few physics
and at the other end a fake sibling with the damaged goods enough to come back every few weeks as “Nick is fine now”
“Do it for me, I can’t!”
“No, I’m not doing it for you! Look, you’ve got a heart left! It only takes a fourth. You can do it!”
Did Nintendo know?
A tear-streamed face would grab their bastardization of a controller
a trembling mouth would set to sound no more
and a soon-to-ever-lean control stick
would lead one set of growing fingers
to grasp for a blade rightly earned
and feel it there
despite the lack of handle?
that is what the extra grip is for.