By Andres D. Fernandez-Carrasco
This poem is about my experience at the Super National Chess Tournament
in Kansas City, Missouri, in April 2001.
7000 kids sit
to play one round of chess.
Three thousand boards; one hundred and
twelve thousand pieces, one you.
You 're worried
You 're an exposed king
You're a checked king
You're a mated king
But there's no place else you'd
rather be, because
Trapped in the world of