Meeting new people is
clicking plus signs; playing
with people's heads, moving them
in circles around a screen with
my index finger.
The most beautiful places
are those with the greater
number of pixels— the more
the merrier. They say walking
is healthy; I do my walking
with my fingertips. Eyes glued
straight, I pay attention.
Today, my loudest laughter is
the silent tapping of my fingers
on a keyboard, alternating
between glowing letters.
It is perpetually dark
and quiet in here;
nothing and no one makes
a sound.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...
