Backspace happy

Backspace happy
Backspace giddy
When they need to dust for prints 
The delete button on my chromebok will Provide
Backspace eager
There is not a sentence published whole
If my words were people there would be phantom pains from limbs invisibly amputated
Backspace prone
I wear Mardi Gras masks draped in beads and glitter and red paint 
There is nothing to entice me to take it off and it will not slip because I erase my words I am
Backspace dancing
My fingers jolt to the right 
Tango with an old friend and know how his hand locks perfectly into yours 
That is how I know the air around my delete key and it beckons to me
Falling back on backspace
If all else fails you can always go down
There will always be something to delete until the slate is clean enough to lie into
Backspace happy

ZoeBee

VT

19 years old

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