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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She thought a thorn
had broken the skin of her ankle
while horseback riding near
old Route 66 in the
North Valley of Albuquerque
It looks like a snake bite
I said as I brought my eyes closer
You know she said
I thought maybe I heard a rattle
as we skirted past the brush
but I thought it was your iPhone
making one of its noises
We better go get yourself
fixed up now I said
we’re supposed to be at
Doc & Eddy’s at seven-thirty
october two thousand thirteen
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i’ve been working on this app idea
the kind you buy at the app store
and somehow magically appears
on your smartphone
which really isn’t just a phone
but a device
that attaches itself to your body
all day and all night
regulating your bodily functions
telling you when your glucose is low
and your blood pressure high
monitoring your communication activity
both on and offline
and offering to be your second best friend
even though your dog
already knows better
january two thousand thirteen
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