To designers of writing apps
lacking autosave features:
I want to tell you about a
beloved poem, and
my bereavement...
After struggling for hours
to meet my self-imposed
daily deadline, I spotted and
captured the elusive
poem I was hoping to meet.
Long and glossy, it slithered
around my words, curling
and twisting, flicking them
delicately with its tiny, forked
tongue until they draped over
the page exactly as I desired.
Oddly enough, this very
poem disappeared without
even a pouf, when my fingertip
slipped a millimeter and
--instead of 'copy',
tapped 'paste'.
In the brief moment it took for
my heart to disconnect from
my chest and fall to the carpet
with a wet thump, my winding,
spiraling, untamed poem slithered,
in all its jewel-hued glory, back
into the impenetrable jungle
of my mind.
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
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