My e key is brokn
sometimes it doesn’t type
like the hinges on a trapdoor
not screwed on right.

It flips and flaps
like a hand waving goodbye,
and when I press and release—
temporarily, it flies.

I write this poem
with my middl finger pressing
one row above d
and simply getting nothing.

God this is hell,
because I type in anticipation
for e to not show,
to fail in participation.

Woe is me,
I scream from my dsk,
do I have to live like this?
Gosh, what a mess.

Goodnight for now,
broken e key.
I hope to meet you again
tomorrow without glee.