By Corissa Haury
A short poem about writing indoors.
1. most of the time i sit in the silence
and hear the mouse clicking
hear the chair creaking
hear the cat licking
2. most of the time i sit in the silence
the sounds of the typing
the scribbles of writing
the sigh of the griping—
3. (most of the time i listen to me)
while i work like a diligent
busy old bee
but the buzzing
and humming
and clicking
and clacking
the chair’s little creaks
and the knee-on-desk whacking
it’s driving me crazy
the sounds of the traffic
outside and the window
the computers and—
(graphics)
4. most of the time i sit in the silence
it’s me and technology
me and the internet
me and the world wide web.
