For those who seek perfection
July 18, 2010
Princess of Blogs
Each night she updated; edited pending comments,
entered scripture of text with exclamatory glee.
In her room she lived quiet, but energetically,
lap-top dancing, fingers quick clicking castanets.
Her pictures were immaculate, draped over chairs,
or hanging with her coterie, smiles like lesser stars.
Reshaping her target, tags and links in side-bars,
she monitored daily hits, archer of loaded air.
And when the virus came, a little worm of strife,
that annoying addition that is always so hungry,
(for it must eat each Apple core or sturdy square PC)
she froze as well; still as Lot’s eye-assaulted wife.
She stared at the locked screen, immobile and blank-eyed,
then wept for the eve that her perfect blog just died.