she is sans
-serif, stories told,

often italicized,
……never bold.

she is indigo ink
-ling, pressed
to onion skin;

peel back amper
-sand, ellipses,
black clacked again.

she is letters unkerned
and lines leaded long,

always shifting control
and commanding a song.

she is lowercase space
-barred and doored,
no time flat.

no need to return,
this is just where she’s




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3 Responses to type

  1. Sara v says:

    This reminds me of one of your poems that first drew me to you at PAD. Love that ending, you clever poet! 🙂

    • whimsygizmo says:

      Sara, since I re-borrowed a few of the concepts for this one from it, I know exactly the one you mean. I’m so touched that you remember that one from so far back.

  2. I agree w/ Sara, this is extremely clever – the way you used the keyboard / printing phrases. Hope no one “tabs” by this one. See, I’m not nearly as clever!

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