from April 2016
windows. my computer screen refuses
to start up. on the way to the laptop repair shop
i alt plus f4 to an alternate reality.
the past melted with a dysfunctional hard-drive.
no backups, no chance for recovery,
no salvation to drip down from the cloud.
music burnt from cd-roms, scratching time, repeating
the 90s. photographs of that dorm-room, mind deflated
with deleted friends, of exes not fully uninstalled,
of birthday candles with forsaken family.
work i had once been proud of.
new window. a future
without the gigabytes of this past:
surfing the wave of streaming music, synching together
all the conscious devices. new pictures of friends
i haven’t yet met, in places i’m yet to visit.
new files to save my self-esteem.
imagine my relief when the laptop repair guy
smiles and says: “its only a crack in the motherboard.
we'll have the screen working again
in no time.”