Summer in My Eyes

Blue by Blue

And now the light of the little globed sun
Guides my waking fingers over stiff keys,
(Stiff fingers over waking keys)
Now I begin the hellos and the wonderings
Each day brings - the bottom of my head
Reminding me “Ask him about his aunt,
His toothache, her boyfriend, her
Overdue college application.”

Infinitesimal checklist of maintenance.
Though I don’t know what the hell I’m maintaining,
I tiredlove it and work at it and maybe
I can get my 10000 hours from a screen -
Maybe I can be perfect from a screen,
And one day I’ll open the door
For a stranger and see a keyboard…

Ridiculous. Room’s a mess.
Room’s dark except for the sunglobe,
My sun, my determiner of days
And with a click the ordainer of nights.
Ah, it’s a tiny world, I can fit it all
In the bottom of my mind when  I sleep,
But I’d never tiredleave it,

I waking/sleepinglove it,
And if you’ll just shut the door again
I can be tinyperfect.

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