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