November 30, 2024The Great American Screenplay
In corporate offices across the city,
in every company’s cubicle-chambered heart,
there are men alone all lunch hour: men
who watch the tendons shifting in their hands
as they type love over and over again—
ring finger, ring finger, index, middle—softly,
though, only barely touching the keys,
never hard enough to light up the screen.
from #42 - Winter 2013