We’re Almost Out of Battery (7%)

my dyslexia in full force this morning over coffee

I scanned Prose. and saw a post with "Changes" in the title

made me think of a phone 'charger'

because that's what's on my mind

at 7%

locked and loaded for a day of

minimal contact with reality

and I thought I'd write a poem about it

it's important to not have that

charge go down to zero

how else will I connect to the outside world?

and this poem could go either way

perhaps we are slaves to electronica

(a word I heard recently

from the mouth of an Android user)

one time in the teacher's lounge

the English teacher said, running late to class:

we can send men to space but we

still need to

charge our cell phones

and I felt that

I feel it five years after the fact

we are slaves to these devices

but maybe we are also being

willing consumers

there is no cure for phone addiction

but damn

does that phone charger

become a need

when we are texing

small nothings

hopelessly strangled

by technology