I am already written

Visions

I do not write, not anymore.
I am already written,
in somebody’s untidy hand
tight and illegible,
the upslants struggling
but never managing to join
with odd flourishes in places
in scratchy purple ballpoint
on the reverse of some old manuscript.

I have a friend, still,
who’s written by a blogger,
his roguish mishaps columned up
in neat Verdana rows
and template paragraphs
with catchy headings.
He’s got a couple dozen followers
and ladies faint at his adventures
with likes and questionable grammar.

You think you’re any different?
I’ve seen the stories set in type
and all your perfect living
is the inevitable distribution
of printing ink along the page,
and all those precious moments
were mail merged on letterhead
so everyone can have the same
framed up in walnut on their walls.

If I have written you,
You must forgive me.
You’ll find my ghost
along the 87th bench, end of the hall,
among the other former hopefuls
tracing the outlines of ancient print.
But you will find your answers
inside the dusty margins
among my scrawled remains.

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