The Preservation of Language, in the Future Tense: A Would-Be Love Poem
we don’t notice them slipping away.
On others, we crack dry, infinitesimal.
Today we hold our words like spinning clay.
What is the difference between detention
and retention? We believe in the authority
of letters, the rewards we might gain
with each fresh draft of calligraphy.
If you shape me into a tablet
and etch upon me cuneiform,
I will write on you with a plummet,
keep you more precious than vellum.
In the end, it’s style over stylus.
Neither materials nor instruments
could ever come to define us:
predictive text, not yet existent.