when i was young
i would go to my grandparents’
and spend the day
typing on their computer
the internet was too slow
to download videos
or search the web for long
but i wasn’t picky
i transformed word documents
into preludes and sequels
to super nintendo games
i played at my aunt’s house
that smelled like cigarettes
and had that cool basement
with the bar and all the writing
on the walls, my uncle encouraged
graffiti and now i teach street
kids from akron how to
use google docs, and
how to express themselves
within the confines
of the English language
or regrettably
English “Composition”
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the sexiest thing
i’ve ever seen
was a girl
laugh and scream
i think she
might have even
clapped her hands
kind of autistically
when she watched
how i speak
to my cat
