every time i go on vacation,
i reset all my passwords,
just in case i forgot to log out of my email
on my work computer,
but then i realize that i work from home,
and because i’m on vacation
i stop doing any higher level thinking
to the point where i stop remembering passwords,
which leads to me spending at least
one or two
days on hold with my email provider,
trying to recover a forgotten password
so i can see if my penpal wrote back to me
my english teacher was right,
and i rely too heavily on spellcheck,
so know every third word,
i misspell,
sometimes by accident,
though sometimes just for fun,
and i let the computer’s spellcheck do the heavy lifting,
since i can’t be bothered,
and i guess when the world has ended,
computers and electricity are no more,
then i might sit down and learn to spell
each word correctly,
though i’m not quite sure what for
petrichor falls apart,
ripping the fabric off,
sheets fall to the ground,
covering feet not meant to
walk across this sacred ground
that doesn’t seem to be mapped out
yet,
though i’m sure that might change
quite soon
Fred Aiken Writing 