I wake up to boot up my trusty friend,
To open up my window to the news of the world,
Or to spectate walkthroughs of final fantasies, or
Perhaps I’ll watch a compilation of faceplants;
To reassure my imperfection, thus
Turning my frown upside down, or
Maybe to search yet again; if anyone has space
For me professionally, or to earnestly type, so that
I can keep in touch with those far away,
But who are always close to my heart,
Or, evidently, to open up Word, to compose this
Very verse, with a hopeful heart; wishing that all of you are well,
In this continuing torrid time of trials and tribulations.