Curtsy.
my daughter
doesn’t care for cursive
a tedious skill to master
the curves of letters,
though beautiful
deem themselves unnecessary
keypads aren’t made of
parchment, quail and ink
she writes poetry
with her thumbs
asking me to translate
the cryptic script i composed
as a gift for her
while in my womb
the love i have...
constantly obsolete.
~ezv 7.17.09 5:53pm
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