Scrolling for miracles in my inbox

finding only unread rejections.

if I were young still

would the optimism be easier?

would I hit reply?

Say ‘thank you’ for their time?

nothing rhymes lately

out of synch with my mother tongue

from mostly speaking with emojis.

I used to want to know the history

of where the words came from.

Then I discover every one had an agenda

formed by mouths flapping fluently in ignorance

creating letter combinations to repress

these shapes are a legacy I inherited and

now must grapple with.

*there’s nothing I can do about it

**nothing i want to do at this moment

cause there are dishes in the sink

and impending explosions in my

email.

and

so

much

spam.

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