A poem inevitable,
One I think we all deserve.
I think she may had a stroke on the page,
…the simple ones,
Strokes obviously have nothing to do with age,
…the complex ones, meanings run rampant—
In between the white spaces between the letters…they disobeyed,
The laws of longhand and go on little tangents,
And tantrums…and rage.
“Go ahead leave!”
“I need space to breathe”,
The cryptologist’s nightmare…the penned encryptions of the woman,
Only her words can summon,
The most immovable man…I’m sure.