KACPER PEMPEL August 9, 2013
On the Computer at Midnight
These days, I’ve become more aware
of it in front of me—another body
with access to all,
with super, special superpowers
turned up to one-hundred-and-ten
percent.
A psychologist listening
to the buzz of celebrity night confessions,
parasitic pop-ups,
turtle sex,
and statuses
of unrequited love.
A flick of a keystroke,
a trace of my thumb against it’s
sensitive, small underbelly
and it purrs.
It’s still living, it says.
But it knows it can’t go on without me.
Which is a sad thing.
Most days, I give it the juice it needs,
because on those some days,
when I forget,
I’ll witness the
worst—the instance
when its light blips out,
And I find my face reflected,
where it’s face used to be.
--Rachel Doda
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