Yoshi vs. Toad

I get in my go-kart,
red
yellow
green,
hit A to accelerate as
my grey spheres
push the pavement, I go
forward, always
forward.

Dad, we only speak
in clicks of buttons and
you may not think young eyes
can calculate each tree-lined turn
but my car pulls
itself ahead of yours.

Final lap, the
music moves like my mind
does, jumping from note
to note as cars close
in on us. They're no threat
though, you make me fearless.

My thumb pushes the buttons
harder, my car goes
faster, my heart beats
louder, the finish
line, in all its pixelated glory,
greets me beaming.
You lose, dad, you
smile.