I Do Exist

I do exist, I swear I do.

Right now, sitting here writing

this, I take up space that you don’t,

that grackles, hippos and caterpillars

don’t, plus all the things we grasp

and touch and bump into don’t.

I beat a heart, snuffle air, snap

eyes wide at accidental slips of

bruised beauty, trundle into

blunder, still quake on waking to

what may happen if Big-Dada-Base

finds out I failed to show, missed

the mandate to be vacuumed into

the digital folder. They want the goods,

the whole enchilada, badly, but will

never catch up with me – so no point

in looking me up with fingered strokes, 

for you’ll never find my sorry carcass

hung splayed-open in your cyber-sphere. 

I do exist, I know I…do……….

I know……………I..………….