Whose Words are these Really
I read my words and laugh
For are they mine……..really?
They manipulate themselves into my typing hands
Before I can decipher whose words they are.
They come fast and hard.
My fingers are clicking with them.
Zapping them onto a white page with rapid swiftness.
Whose words are these? I ask.
My muse laughs.
She has me under her control.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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