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
“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.