what if i just typed
like a speed demon of keys,
like i didn’t have to think
about the letters
beneath my fingers
or how the only one
i truly know by heart is
backspace?

what if the computer took over
and i lost control of the words,
the letters spilling out
in foreign codes
that no one could understand?

what if Joyce took over my hands
and every thought that entered my mind
for twenty four hours
could appear before me,
flooding the world with
academic nonsense?

What if i learned how to type,
to really type
everything that is important,
to delete everything that’s not,
to leave space for everything in between?