that sinking feeling

washed the poems with the rest of my laundry

Opened the notepad

on my shiny new phone

so I could post

one of 30 odd poems

I had tucked away.

then it hit me

like the time

I threw my jeans in

with the napkins from the bar

after I hooked up

with whatshisface --

his phone number

wasn't the worst of it.

it was the poems

I jotted down

as I crunched my ice cubes.

in my excitement

over my new phone

I was a little quick

with the security wipe

on the old one.

just as effective as a Maytag

without the paper bits

stuck to my favourite pink sweater

to remind me

of the words

I lost.

Author's Note

umm nothing more to add.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh man...i have written poems on napkins and left them in that pair of jeans that went through the washer and then the dryer...

and those pieces of lint with ink stains...all i had left...

a total bummer...hate losing those...because it is losing bits of self.

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

The security wipe on a Blackberry is just as efficient as a Maytag -- only, no paper bits ...

[Bacchus]

s**t
right?
lint never
reshapes into paper
let alone words on it

for a second I thought your
pic was Cheerios which gave
the sinking feeling a totally
different twist.

not sure I should be thankful
it wasn't lipstick... 30 poems
is almost as bad as new
wardrobe though.

so relatable
without the mundane
nice.

[Lyn Anderson]

I am not sure where the words go when they are digitally erased -- maybe someone will catch them somewhere in cyberspace.:)