Keeping Tabs
On my computer there are always dozens of them
hundreds even,
open and waiting to be opened
again
from silly shortcuts and apps the men in my life
keep installing.
They try to contain the flashes that shoot out from my body
that refuses to be organized—
to straighten my limbs, limp like my Pee Wee Herman
doll sitting, staring, on a shelf.
Yesterday I crossed his legs, left over right
and his heavy head tilted in the opposite direction
to counter the shift—
he still kept his balance.
What if my laptop is a Playhouse?
It’s mine isn’t it?
Heh! Ha ha ha haa haa!
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Janna Grace lives in a half-glass barn and her work has been published in The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Plastik Magazine, and Cut a Long Story, among others. She has pieces forthcoming in Eunoia and Ref Eft Review and she teaches writing at Rutgers University. Her debut novel will be published through Quill Press in 2019. For more, visit JannaLiggan.com
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