quarrantined
myself with the
help of the nectar
of the blue agave
my self worth
left outside the
walls of this
prison barn
acting as a
sin bin in
the middle
of a winter storm
and that’s where
i sit as I
clicked it on,
booted it up,
machine starts
grinding out
functions of
which i have no
control
click start,
click programs,
click accessories,
click notepad
untitled
begin to write
words in such
a structure
building on the past
and moving ahead
with future
key strokes
i write what
i hope brings
a smile to your
face
a flutter to your
chest
a skip in your step
a giggle, a sigh
hit spell check,
click file
click save as,
“you”.
hit X.
and done.
