"clickitties" poems
I arranged words to make them
massive, like ancient stone columns
that held high murals of creation myths.
Similes explain sensations:
home-like. Faulty, flickering
memory transmits knowledge upon live wires;
singes.
Subdued clickitties that clack across my keyboard
sit upon furniture and rugs brought in from the car as
progress languidly melts into position,
and impurities remain.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC