a dozen keychains dangle
in my cubicle, carried back
from the various places
my coworkers have been
looking at them, i realize
they were visitors too
made in china and waiting
to hitch a ride to me
a dozen keychains dangle
in my cubicle, carried back
from the various places
my coworkers have been
looking at them, i realize
they were visitors too
made in china and waiting
to hitch a ride to me
we’ve always spoken
in “broken” languages
cobbling bits and pieces
from here and there
trying to build
understanding
that may never
be perfect
but might yet
be whole
firefox is on the fritz
two windows open
that one for reading
this one for writing
that one
keeps on
bumping me
back to
this one
the words
do not fade
into the silence
that follows
i hear them still
echoing within
i am more
than them
they are more
than me
the words come to mind
and the fingers fly
filling the screen
all a little too
quickly
confidently
carelessly