A comic love letter to a sans serif in celebration of National Poetry Day.
Your Sans In Mine
When I first saw your face I thought,
it’s not me, it’s you.
You’re just not my type.
You were so see-through,
no intricacies, no mystery.
Trying hard to impress upon me
your legibility, your jolly curves.
You wrote me a letter once,
but that’s all it was.
You were the social chameleon,
everyone’s flexible friend.
I saw you working in my Dad’s school
life guarding at the swimming pool
before you moved to the science lab.
There wasn’t any chemistry then.
I spent time wandering, got a BA,
all these Lost Types kept coming my way.
I heard you were hanging with the dyslexic kids
your name was all around town
and I began to see everyone else
as a Myriad of rebounds.
Before the terrible news:
Higgs Boson was using you.
What are you doing?
you’re not right for him!
I started hoping
you would type for me again
cause I’ve got a poem
that’s crying out to be free again.
We could get set up again
a whole new install
a new way of viewing you
like letters in a waterfall
– of jelly.