i

She clutches it

as if it has answers.

Email

to email to facebook to word
to blogs to email to email.
She knows she’s doing it
while she’s doing it

but can’tstopcan’tstop.
She falls asleep with
one finger

pressing one key
until it fills the page.

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There was a man
in the nursing home, no word
remained for him except one: i.
All day he looked at her blankly
saying i i i i i.
This is a true story.

She’d move him to the hallway
for relief, a distant i,i,i,
quieter,less insistent

less.