Ms. Pac-Man

A Sonnet

I still remember the day you came home
chattering about playing as a girl,
so darned excited you were doing twirls
with laughter that touched me down to the bone.
I circle this maze chased by endless ghosts
swallowing Ariadne’s pearls for strength
-my trial of labyrinthian length
too scared to face my old Minotaur host.
Now Blue Oyster Cult is stuck in my head,
the reaper is Theseus, my rescue,
for when sweet death reunites me with you
I hear what the video game has said,
	“A story long past history’s borders
	eats this sacrifice of silver quarters.”