Times New Roman is missing on my iPad

Times New Roman is missing.
I don’t know where
It went.
Not far.
Too stiff to run away, to get to
The meeting
And discover
It is tired of being predictable
And clean
And boring.
Too neat to get dirt
On its shoes, to leave polish
On its nails, to say “fuck it”
To the toothpaste in the sink.

And yet.
Times New Roman is missing.
Not a trace of it found.
It must have known
Its importance
How very useless
We are without it.

It is out there somewhere.
It must be.
Perhaps it tired
Of being the default
Of seriousness
And pretentiousness
And disappointed dreams
And rejections.
Perhaps it wanted to be
Something new.
Out there, wherever it
Has gone
Comic Sans sits next
Smoking a cigarette,
Lamenting its fate
Wondering where it
Went wrong.
Times New Roman
Picks lint from its pocket
Envies Comic Sans
Wonders if we have noticed
That Times New Roman
Is missing.

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Tabula Rasa

I have been so easy
Always so easy
To leave behind.

Tabula Rasa:
In creation
small useless thing
To love you.

You carried me,
A picture of him that you hated.
You could not reach him
You broke me.

On bleeding bones
And torn sinews
I carried you
And you drank

Every bit of me
Dried me out
And left me parched and dying–
Little more than dust.

I loved you
Like a festering wound
I petted and winced and healed you
And you burst open and seeped out

And you smelled of death and absence
And I cleaned what you left
And I wept over what little remained

Out of dust you are created
And from dust you are more than me
Swept over, picked clean–carcass

Ignorant. The shadow that sun’s heat
Will never reach, parched for life
Loving hands will not nurture nor
Caress me.

Once, when I was full of dreams and hope
And stardust, I felt that grip
Siphoning the essence of me
Leaving me with nothing, as no one.

Wilting and dirty
Deformed into what you needed
Useless now that I am empty.

You are gone.
You left nothing of you
And yet I remain in your shadow.

I am so easy.
Always so easy
To leave behind.