Digging into my Macintosh
with my fingers.
Scraping out the clogged sentences
and digging deeper.
Refusing the obvious
Refusing the attachments and memories.
Digging in with the sweet simile
running along my Command-X unpleasantly.
Refusing the simile.
Gliding my mouse to gouge out chunks.
Feeling their juice stick
in the trash. The Glad bag bursting.
Getting to the adjectives.
Getting to the sounds.
Going on.
Not taking anyone's word for it.
Getting beyond the sounds.

- Bob Miller