sacrificing the queen

do i regret sacrificing my queen?
who, that ‘ol bird?
the one who’s been standing idle in same square for a century?
no
’bout time i pulled up her skirt and exposed her
let her get her feet wet while dancing in shallow end of a lake
while listening to sad songs about connections
she was tired, after all,
from years of hiding behind pawns in life’s treacherous chess-affair of the heart