
Window is Born Window is born Default properties X, Y, color Window has child Sprites (Open Photoshop sprites my beautiful children I have forgotten ) My fingers drop code blocks like dough too dry to clump { Fold these } Window spawns sprite, buttons, text Dangling children growing features Primitive UI I don't indent enough. In all this mess: intention Like gasping, "What if... If (like, you have to be tagged with the ball?) And also (that tree is safe?) And also (everyone has to hop?) Until I must() close the clause and the quotes check for semi-errors ; Data is passed. Window dies. Perhaps futilely, But not unloved.
Marie Vibbert’s poetry has appeared in Asimov’s, Analog, F&SF, and in places where you’d never expect to find poetry, like street corners in Pittsburgh. By day she is a computer programmer in Cleveland, Ohio. Her debut novel, Galactic Hellcats, came out this year and is about a female biker gang in outer space rescuing a gay prince.
Twitter: @mareasie