I move the mouse
or does it move me?

Strange wee Ouija board
that takes me

where I almost never
need to go,

allows me, once
in a while, to smile out
the window(s),
on the way to wherever –
as some of my past lives flash by –

and at several things I might have
wanted to be,

convinces me that where we click
next is the ‘new me’ for right now
the one with the ‘wow’
factor;
the one that others might want
to hear from, or see, or be;

or steer clear away from.
Ouija board,
would you work for me?
I can’t find my place
in this world
and now I’m quoting
Morrissey!

The mouse in this
house is crazy.
It’s not me.
It’s not me.
I tell myself
twice – to avoid
any doubt.

Oh look! Shiny new
headline on nearly
an article! That’ll
do nicely.

That’ll do for now.