It's called The Book of Love and the game goes something like this: After you pick your avatar you start the game as a child and you get to pick whether you're breast fed or not. If you're not, you spend the whole rest of the game always being on the edge of the screen watching various lovers but never actually being one of them. If you pick being breast fed, then you go out and play with the neighborhood kids but you always pair up with the cutest one who smiles at you alot. Then during playtime, the cutie you're paired with and you go off by yourselves and play Compare Your Peepees. Then you do more playtime with kids from other neighborhoods and your avatar becomes a teenager. Then if you're a boy avatar you notice the girls chests. If you're a girl avatar, you take advantage of the boy avatars staring at your chest and win the game. Other girl avatars know this, too so you have to move your avatar around with vigor and aplomb. One of the favorite inner-game choices is Drive-In where you get to make out in a car while the non-breast fed avatars watch through the windows which are steamed up. Then the game changes screens to get your avatar in classes, wear camouflage uniforms and engage in combat, wear a tuxedo or wedding dress and struggle to not fall down, go to cocktail parties and flirt and then, if you've made it that far, make-out with the sexiest avatar of the whole game and jiggle your controller ever so specially so that the screen drops a sheer curtain across it and you make moaning sounds with your avatar. A mock-up of this design will be available by Christmas and can be ordered at Game Stop right around Valentine's Day 2013. <-- give-away that this is a re-run.

late in the day the lights go out in the room and under my fingernails
so many years of good fortune
aware that former life is where
the shoveled snow went
the gift of freedom to be who you are
even if it's too reclusive for the normals
is lifesaving and
bis vincit qui se vincit in victoria
(He conquers twice who conquers himself in victory)
the memory of "today I gave myself another chance"
exists only in backup and hangs like a fire extinguisher
the chance happened and this is it
it makes sense if you buy the veracity
and don't get lost in the circles of the talk
another peg in the cribbage board of crepitant self-pity
left back in the driveway where the snow was removed
I'm shaking before pouring, laughing more often
the book of love.