when you forget to press the space bar, i’m squeezed between date and time.

i forget who you are, love, there, in that small space.

there are no words. i need to look at the keys for guidance again, but you type, type, type so fast, the pads of your fingers concealing the letters, and i can’t catch up.

give me time. give me space. let me learn.

my words per minute speed can then be just as fast as yours, and we’ll both speak of clarity, not practice.


About tali2

I am a recent grad of the wonderful English major. Though I don't regret studying English one bit, I realize why my teachers, parents, friends, and imaginary mentors warned me against it: Because it leads you nowhere. But it did give me great writing skills which I hope to continue honing in this blog as I chronicle the tribulations of the terrible job hunt in the terrible job market of NYC. And I hope that my blog reminds fellow unemployed recent grads that you are not alone, inspires some hope within us, while presenting a snapshot of our lives to others who do not share the same self-imposed troubles.
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