Messaging you is like entering
a wifi password
at a cafe
It’s up on the wall
but you know you’ll get it wrong
from the moment you start typing
And when you press “Connect”
it will say “Can’t connect to this network”
when all you’re looking for
is that confirmation:
“Connected, secured”
Finally you give up
and ask the hot guy at the counter
He looks at your screen
and says that the “o’s” should be capitals
“But they look lowercase!” you exclaim,
happy that this will all work out in a moment
“My hand-writing is horrible,” he says
and for a moment you want to take out your
pen and correct it;
save the others the pain of this tiny error
in a world where time is so precious
But this problem is not yours to solve
while those that are await your input
your next step
your creativity
And all you want to do is
write this little poem
for you
She's Come Undone 