i put words
on a paper page
with a computer––
or maybe
into people’s minds
i type them
& cut them
& paste them
to my heart’s
content
do i cause them
pain?
am i granting them
somehow immortality?
sometimes i keep them
on a page
to mingle with their
pals
& sometimes
in a book
where they have
wider social
possibilities
& sometimes
i release them
to the breeze
to graze
as they please
between the galaxies