dear God is so annoyingly old-fashioned

that he’s gone

thousands of years without

an upgrade in design.

we are obsolete.

we continue to be born with hands –

tools for tactile emotion –

even though there is no one to hold,

even though there is no one to touch,

even though everything is nothing

but plastic.

God, can’t I have a built-in keyboard, instead?

please, I’ll be nice…

clutching our laptops we toil

happily away into the dusk

into the dark

into certain death.



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