Written March 5, 2026 for Out of Order Contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Out of order is my pc Awful thing to happen to me I try to judge poetry contests Impossible on iPhone I confess Admin says soup made for computers Makes me feel like a big fat loser Indeed I lost fuchsia flexibility Lost files in my purple cemetery That’s where in my old files I saved old trash poem piles Poems gone before saved to iCloud They weren’t good but I miss them now For they were like mind flowers Some weak discreet some with power I guess they are also like a diary Full of secrets writes wrongs dreams Out of order no television or pc I’ve a phone a home and peace
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