I currently communicate,
“compose”
Create.
on my
Smartphone
and somehow,
sometimes,
I feel all the more Dumb for it.
So do you. Don’t deny.
Now,
The Pager.
Those. Were. The. Days. My. Friend.
Motorola
Advisor
Elite
Long-forgotten vibrations emanate from my hip
awakening latent longings for simpler times
And yet
Even. Then. The Hunger.
Not just a “beeper”
its straightforward
“Call me back”
merely implied.
ALPHANUMERIC
That’s the ticket.
Even.
Then.
The Hunger.
better
faster
newer
Still.
My pager never drove me to rant and rail
not like now.
Right?
Not like the phone named “Smart”.
Well.
“Sneezing?”
You won’t get it.
That’s OK.
“smart” phone
won’t help.
Google?
No Boolean string will ever find that prayer request.
Sometimes good old-fashioned memories are best.
Also,
Inside Jokes.
defying atrophy 