More technological advances, or:
Analog to Digital
you decided to
mute
the thousand-broom sweep of
traffic
the knights-in-armor
silverware
and my oyster-soft tongue
behind my teeth
with your iPod.
(which, i’m pretty sure,
even the cars resented.)
you were Picasso. an in-
complete man, one ear-
bud, painting you half-
blue
with the static of rock and roll.
nodding nodding nodding
maybe to me, maybe to the music
(but never really quite almost but not quite ever fully
here.)
i don’t know why i took that vow
to stay out of the
technological river.
all these years, clutching my walkman
like an anchor as
CDs, then
Mp3 players
flowed turbulently past.
but when i learned that the
cerulean drone in the closet of your inner ear
had a name –
Faye –
i bought a goddamn iPod.
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