I currently communicate,
I feel all the more Dumb for it.
So do you. Don’t deny.
Those. Were. The. Days. My. Friend.
Long-forgotten vibrations emanate from my hip
awakening latent longings for simpler times
Even. Then. The Hunger.
Not just a “beeper”
“Call me back”
That’s the ticket.
My pager never drove me to rant and rail
not like now.
Not like the phone named “Smart”.
You won’t get it.
No Boolean string will ever find that prayer request.
Sometimes good old-fashioned memories are best.