Command + A step here.
Control + Zipper. No, zebra. A zigging and zagging and surrender to the zephyr on my cheek.
Option + Alt you. You hilarious tease of forgotten functions.
Mavis Beacon, did you say something?
I can’t hear you between the patterned pecks of perfect precision.
Move/Be/Do Here, there. now. Everywhere. Nowhere.
A song in my stomach, twisted into computerized contortions
A wellspring of movement, made mistakenly malicious.
The way you make me feel, I make me feel, I make me me.
Seeps out, secretly through the meticulous cracks of caked fears.
A nod. Then two.
A twitch of the finger
tips of the toes bounce in the tight space between.
>>> spam = ‘A mischievous literary litany’
A sly smile, a knowing glance
to the Miss Step, who was always there,
Shibuya, Tokyo 2018
Written to the rhythm of Dirty Computer, Janelle Monae.