Poetry: "Cursing Cursor" by Ramona D. Pina

My cursor curses you into otherworldly dimensions of this 1D digital page.

Words scatter and then come together at my dyslexic enraged livid-ity.

Meanwhile, lucidity shines no light on the bigger picture

and I grab my magnifying glass to gain perspective.

It cracks,

and shatters like frozen ice on the street under the weight of a Mac truck.

Must I control alt delete my reasoning because the logic falls beyond the margins?

Must I hit escape on this cultural bias program,

which decides who I am before I speak,

but has malfunctioned and is now inaccessible?

I bold my personality, italicize my identity and underline my wholistic self.

Prejudices work to underscore my existence, but here I am.

As brightly blinding as sun rays bouncing off of snow banks.

I try the .doc again in hopes of healing.

Praying that it work this time.

I hold my breath and alas my work was saved

and I can carry on, continue where I left off, and realign my focus.

Coded hocus pocus ails whatever pained me

and the cursor winks encouragingly.