Mutualism

‘You cannot move the rook like that,’
I told her as she waved her arms.

She took it as an omen, but I said ‘let it
alone. From what I've seen, these things

will up and fly off on their own.’

‘You cannot write a book like that,’
she told me as I filled the lines.

She took away my lucky pen, then scribbled
out my eyes. I think some ink got in my head,

it pours out when I sigh.