is my autocorrect
sabotaging me?
filling in where i mean to leave off?
changing stances in stanzas
that need the awkwardness i placed?
my dear laptop computer,
please—
poetry is a delicate balance
of grammatically correct
and rule-breaking chaos
and i need to tread that line very carefully
so any help from you,
while appreciated,
is really not needed…
so no need to try
so damn
hard.
i’ve gotten so used to this computer,
this keyboard,
adding extra letters
where they’re not needed,
absorbing strange autocorrects
into my soul
(i will never, now, write “feels like” without part of me thinking to myself “eellike”)
(and i know to watch for extra “o”s in every “to” “on” and “now”;
always expecting the unexpected “tooo” “Ono” and “noon”)
what would happen
if i received
a new
typing
machine?
kipventures 