Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Data Entry

There is no document of any four letter word,
or whether they were hurting,
or hunting,
or fighting.
And through it all, the mundane,
the steady type type type
of my fingers against electrified plastic,
I imagine them frolicking among grasses of green
or them feeling the whispers of snowflakes on their noses
as young boys held them in the middle of a winter storm.
That is what I imagine
as I do some data entry
for some extra cash on the side.




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