Mybile

It's not a big phone, by any means

Which means it fits snug in my hand.

"Like a tiny mirror" I say aloud

Cause its screen is almost always staring back

And its screen is almost always greasy.

 

I've tried wiping it clean

Just like I used to wear glasses, before they stopped making a difference

I've tried shaking it when it's slow

And taking off the lid when it overheats

 

But up until today

Never had I tried putting it down

When I felt alone

 

And the world grows ever hazier

Without my glasses

And the world grows ever too real

Without my phone

 

Square eyes

Fixed on the rising tide of news,

Pictures and quotes,

As I sink further into my armchair

Wishing I had the jazz to be standing

On the other side of that screen

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