In cyberspace I wonder if 404 Error messages
could be cut open and burst into a river of comets.
The cursor acting as the cherry
on top of my 10th birthday cake.
I open as many tabs as I can
and breathe through each of them.
What lies beyond, glassed over,
smacking my winter-bitten nose
when I try to press my being against it.
If you refresh too much your laptop
will start to bellow while you sleep.
WWW DOT WHOSE FACE IS THAT IN THE MIRROR DOT COM
Shrill ding. You have a reply.
WWW IT CANT BE MINE DOT COM
If I knock on AOL’s door, will my middle school classmates answer?
God, I hope not.
I sneak into portraits of Windows XP backgrounds
and choke down the prairies they hold.
About the Author
Kelli Lage is earning her degree in Secondary English Education and works as a substitute teacher. She is a poetry reader for Bracken Magazine. Awards: Special Award for First-time Entrant, 2020, Iowa Poetry Association. Website: http://www.KelliLage.com.