every day, my fingers
start typing a URL:

and every day, nada.

I am tired,
so I crack my knuckles
and write dumb poems. 

every browser knows my fate.

yesterday, the analytics
showed the same specific
New York address. 

yet, every damn day, nada.

it's all good.
it's better this way. 
it's for the best.

my heart couldn't take it.