My intestines knash their teeth
when pages don't load
and tabs of work to complete line up with
grey circles turning in the corners, churning
coffee up my lower esophageal sphincter.
Pressing a reset button and unplugging a cable are not
satisfying solutions. So,
I slam the computer into my bag,
take a deep breath to un-knit the gut-teeth
stretch up
stand up
fill out the shape I now am
and walk out the door
breathing moving air that sends and spreads
the knashing teeth to the tips of my fingers
so I'm ready, when I get to the cafe
and open the computer
but now all I want to write
is a poem
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