99%

"How's your battery life".

He's a micro prepper, Myers Briggs Type: DEFENDER
fiscal conservative, long game, no spender, "I'll get there".

Eventually.

His kindness is material and now.
His knowledge is interface and iOS updates.

"What kind of phone do you have?"

He has two phones. One with an external battery case.
250% more battery life.

Perpetually.

I leave work carrying a lithium torch.
I am bad about keeping my phone charged.

"How's your charge, maan?"

Your cashmere elbow
Your fine bowlcut

My witch skirt
My bowl full of mush

CO-HOUSING

The compound is clean, just ski clutter

once-wet health food now crust

dripping snow sculptures around the

frozen pond

dogs cats dogs playmobil

where worries include:

happiness being boring

guilt being rhythmic

that families smile different

in visitor parking

Plane Breath

Automation is obviously killing jobs but it's not doing a damn thing 

about performing the sad ritual of switching the time zone

to GMT, my computer doesn't pick up on signals anymore,

it's not what I paid for and also why no eye mask and free pen,

is this the banality of excess, does this mirror Band Aid III,

no child in Africa wonders about Christmas, yes they do,

I'm stretching here, thinking I should be thinking about mouths to feed,

paternalistic, such a mean, fruitless way to feel tired from a plane ride.

I do believe
in hope. No
I do not know.

A flower, its petals
reaching, growing, peeking
in flat mornings,

against monotony. I'd whisper,
aching to no longer close eyes,
bow head, and offer silent dreams

as prayers. Waiting for
the delusion to stop; almost
as painful as no hope.

I yield,
longing to be
shown and told.