HOW DOES IT FEELS
WHEN
A POEM YOU WROTE
GETS DELOTED.
YES I TYPED AN INTENTIONAL TYPO.
THAT IS
SORT OF
HOW IT FEELS.
IT’S OFF. THERE IS SOMETHING OFF.
THIS POEM WAS TITLED “THE WORLDS IN SIDE OF ME”.
AFTER I FINISHED BIRTHING IT INTO THIS REALM,
BRINGING IT FORTH FROM
MERE THOUGHT
INTO TYPED AND TANGIBLE WORD,
MY FINGER SLIPPED IN PRESSING “DELETE DRAFT”.
“ARRE YOOU SSUURE?” THE DIGITAL PROMPTER PROMPTED.
WITH A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY AND JUST A DASH OF TREPIDATION
I CLICKED
”CANCEL”.
I THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS FINE.
BUT WHEN I TRIED TO GO BACK.
”THE WORLDS IN SIDE OF ME”
WAS NOT THERE.
BUT THEN IT WAS THERE! HA! YES!
BUT SOME THING WAS OFF.
I COULD NOT EDIT “THE WORLDS IN SIDE OF ME”.
I SCROLLED AND FUMBLED TO NO AVAIL.
I HAD ONE LAST LOOK AT IT AND THOUGHT ‘I MIGHT OUGHT TO TAKE A PHOTO, TO CAPTURE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE OF THIS POEM, LEST SHE BE REMOVED FROM THE SILKS OF DIGITAL BINDING’…..
A QUICK DE-VALUATION OF THE SPILL I HAD JUST LET OUT
AND I RESTARTED MY SQUARE SPACE APP.
AS I RETURNED TO THE SAME PLACE I HAD BEEN
BEFORE
”THE WORLDS IN SIDE OF ME”
WAS GONE.
THERE IS A LAST LINE OF THE POEM
LINGER ING
IN MY HEAD.
BUT MUCH
LIKE
AN ANNOYING HALF-FORGOTTEN SONG;
I CANNOT
FOR THE LIFE OF ME
RECALL WHAT IT WAS.
MAYB E THIS P O EM WIL L B E DELOTED TOO.
BUT PROBABLY NOT.
I LEARNED FROM MY FINGERS MISTAKES.
I WILL NOTE,
HOWEVER,
THAT THE RICHNESS IN FLAVOR OF “THE WORLDS IN SIDE OF ME”
HAS ONLY GOTTEN MORE AND MORE PRONOUNCED IN ITS ABSENSE.
IT IS REMINDING ME OF A COLLAGE THAT I AM STILL MOURNING THE LOSS OF.
AN ART THEIF STOLE IT FROM MY SUBLEASED APARTMENT.
I WAS 40% FLATTERED
60% DISTRAUGHT.
TO THE ART THEIF:
I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING LOOKING AT A
LOST
PIECE OF MY
SOUL.
I WILL SEND YOU LOVE, AND CARE.