we move our fingers when we creep in shadows
without realizing we hit key strokes
sometimes we sit comfortably on space bars
and long pauses are born in exponential succession
without us meaning to
before the next syllable slicks its way sidewards
finger tiptoe-ing even when the caps lock is on
all this careful crawling becomes a silent scandal
of symbols above the number line
appearing with the simple press of the shift key
words are magnified by ampersands and pound signs
and asterisks, compounded by exclamation points
that bleed carbon fingerprints for every
single misstep or touch
the dark hardly hides anything from what we know
of where we've been skimming
and the things we say even without opening our mouths
we click our tongues to hide the sound of our backspacing
4:49 PM
Aug. 5, 2013
