My favorite button
on the keyboard
is Ctrl.
(Ctrl + C)
(Ctrl + C)
(Ctrl + C)
(Ctrl + C)
(Ctrl + C)
Safe is a set of five.
Don’t ask me why –
I couldn’t begin to answer.
But if you really forced me to,
then I would stutter around,
searching for some explanation
at least halfway sane – something
I can play off as an idiosyncrasy.
(id·i·o·syn·cra·sy)
Safe is not a set of six.
(ec·cen·tric·i·ty)
Safe is a set of five.
Something I can play off as an
eccentricity.
(That’s better.)
That’s better.
An eccentricity: like how, on an escalator,
I have to board on the fifth rotating step
behind the last person who got on.
To ensure structural integrity.
Or how, to avoid setting foot in a public restroom,
I’ll restrain from drinking water in the morning
or before I go out.
No telling what goes on in a public restroom.
Or how I have to beat the decorative towel
in the bathroom with my hairbrush
before I leave for school.
Because I said so.
So if you asked me why I like
the button Ctrl so much,
I wouldn’t know what to say.
For something so elusive and fleeting in life,
it’s just there on the keyboard:
Press me.
Ctrl,
Ctrl,
[Ctrl]