April 24: On Writing

by allisonkujiraoka

I’m not afraid of poems;

words don’t scare me.

They are easily configured this way and that

bumped together or pulled asunder

to suit the purpose.

Straightforward but shaded with gray,

slippery but pointing a certain way.

As keys give way to fingertips, as paper submits to pen,

at least this exists at my command.

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