“i shout”

ONE HAND GRIPS THE EMPTY
COFFEE CUP.
MY OTHER PALM UPON
A CORDLESS MOUSE.
I CONTROL NOTHING
UNTIL I LET GO AND REST
MY FINGER TIPS TO KEYS.
THEN, THAT HAPPENS AND
THIS.

pinky pips caps lock-
"WHAT A SHIFT,"
i shout.

narrative poem written on 09-18-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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