she wrote everything in cursive
on every piece of paper she got
in the dust of the window of her mom’s SUV
on the shower door during her bath time
because she learned how to in school
“third graders learn cursive!” she’d exclaimed
she wrote with curvy lines and dots
her favorite pen was a sparkly blue gel pen
but she’d write with anything
she kept glittery notebooks of her thoughts
and any sign she read
Verdugo, Victory, Magnolia, Alameda
then she got a laptop in sixth grade
and she stopped writing in cursive
but she still wrote everything
tapping away at her keys
coloring the fonts with her favorite blue
she loved Cambria
she typed science words and historical names
Jefferson, Edison, Roosevelt, Washington
it wasn’t the cursive she had loved
it was the words