Saturday, July 25, 2015

Laptop Fight

I’m fraught. My laptop
fought and fought.
It flip-flapped when I dared
to touch its keys to write;

resisted my insistence
on continuing. Winnowing
through words I thought
it might like better,

it coughed up the spirit
and the letter of them back,
as slick as phlegm, as quick
as I could tap it out.

I sic-ed Mumbai upon it
through remote control.
Two brilliant Indians caused
it to roll reluctantly back

into use. But all my screws
are loose. I’m shook.
My laptop doesn’t
like my book.


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