I want you to feel like
everything is your fault,
like if all the things
that twist and manipulate
your brain, nerves, and muscles
had caused you to
change the amount
of pressure your thumb had
applied to the pixels
composing the
space bar on your
phone screen keyboard-
if you had pressed
a little harder
or pressed a little
softer
maybe the ink
in your pen
would have lasted
another hour,
and maybe your cat
would have lived
past Christmas,
and maybe a war
would not have started,
and maybe a pebble
caught under
and kicked by
the dark gray shoe
of a pedestrian
would have rolled
once instead of twice
But then again,
you're not that important,
are you?
