a bouquet for a secret...
what’s with these girls these days?!
once they liked to fingerprint their bones to paper,
now, because of paper shortage
and the deforestation of the amazon
they want to touch trees because all text is symbiotic with pixels
and touch-screens! i refresh had i might,
what comes after trees? tongue and skin and
a quasi bereavement due to a lack of writing?
well there’s hope and beer, because those girls who
once caressed paper as tenderly as not to fold it,
have only been given a literary present of a bulging wrinkling tree
to touch with all this technology of quick & easy fakes of the never bookmarked;
and aren't the poet's tears the envy of all actors faking it?