There may come a day when I’m the only one …

Writing letters with ink and pen addressed to those zapped in pixels, breathing analog memories into digital lips and lungs

Memorizing phone numbers and birth dates, knowing by heart

In a world that’s all absentminded, trusting devices to carry on their lives –

I may be, … behind …

Still, hoping for glazed eyes to sparkle with the joy of feeling one thing

at a time.


© 2017 All Rights Reserved. Asha Taylor.

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