The Magic In The Virtual Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

This morning, after a restless
night the second I opened
my eyes I wanted to believe
in magic.

Immediately I made coffee.
The first magic trick. Then
switched on my mistress.
The computer.

Waiting for her to boot up
I collected my thoughts and
it crossed my mind what if I
pasted whatever I copied

last night just before turning
her off. Yes! My mistress.
And you know what?
Nothing pasted.

She was an absolute blank!
I hope the rest of the day
doesn't follow suit in spite of
my apparent virtual fate.