my new/used iphone is possessed
it moves on its own
even as I write this poem
it goes from table to chair
from chair to floor
to underneath the davenport
it falls from any place it is placed
because it is possessed
it is the epitome of gravity
and I don’t know what I shall do
I’ve become afraid to see what
is inside of it
for fear I will succumb to a similar fate
october two thousand twenty-one
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Good one, John!
Thank you, Lauren 🙂