It's not a freudian slip anymore, it's
autocorrect
Imagine, self correcting
Was that what this is all for?
The instant, the easy, the click away to correct
perilously slow paces.
I am proud for backing up my hard drive on multiple
externals, but I can't
seem to avoid conversations where I hear myself or another lament for freedom
to be more than the boxes checked on a list
to be more than the miles earned from a credit
card
so dutifully used on select
expenses.
My cats go pavlov with dry food.
I watch them stare at the automatic feeder I acquired for
my peace of mind
during my long absences.
magnetic.
imploring.
pleading.
Multi-colored pinwheel the size of a skittle turns and turns before me
and I realize I have not blinked until it has disappeared
Congratulations! Your payment has been received.
guitly as chrarged...perfect edning <3
ReplyDeleteI just got a credit card for miles and it somehow feels liberating. Can't quite explain. Love this poem and all the sentiments exposed though.
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