I hate my phone
when you don't ring it.
I carry it always
but wonder why I bring it.
Might as well be a brick
I carry in my pocket,
or a big box of breath mints,
for the way you used to stop it.
They told me it was a smart phone
which is one reason that I bought it,
but it couldn't tell me how to keep you,
so its "smartness" I cannot plaudit.
Someday they will invent a new invention,
a handheld device for breakup prevention,
you will simply wave the thing over your lover's head,
and it will reanimate all the feelings that were dead.
No longer, then, will I be carrying bricks upon my person,
no more waiting on phone calls as self esteem is worsened;
a simple matter, then, of making human love by cold machine,
a technological fix to ensure that this king is always queened.
Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2012