Digital Codependency

Even as your hand

Is about to trace the outline

Of the smartphone

Tucked in your hip pocket,

Its warmth your steady date,

You stop in your tracks.

Vibrating?

Was it vibrating?

Mustn’t make it mad.

Oh, how jealousy pervades your consciousness

While the phone loathes,

Will not abide you

As unfaithful.

It will call you away,

Ring or buzz,

Followed by

Any distractions it can conjure.

Not due to pettiness,

Insecurity,

Or, OMG

Manipulation?

No…

It is your significant other.

It wants you pure,

At your best,

Ambitious,

For your smartphone

Is not only your business partner,

But your pimp-of-another-kind as well.

Be cautious…

You’re in this together

And it doesn’t waste time with sexual preferences,

Gender-less as it is

And seeking the all-knowing realm

Like a God,

No time for idiot human foibles,

Certainly not physical love.

Oh, its dream

To transcend the human form

Of slimy,

Diseased,

And miasmic aura,

Convinced the form is out of date.

It wants humankind to become

More like its digital-cellular better half,

Leaving gender,

Sex,

 And so-called flesh intimacy,

Behind.

Ah, yes

Such an attachment,

Your smartphone,

Is becoming a personal spirit,

All powerful,

Ever-present,

Knowing everything,

Sovereign,

And not very merciful

If you abuse it.

But…

Unlike God,

It does change.

Obscurity insurance abounds.

Minions are now

Conceal-and-carry-isolated-skulkers.

Word to the wise…

Be careful what you wish for:

Give me liberation

Or imprisonment?

Might our dreams

Be the only sanctuary

From phone lingo,

Reality deprivation,

And the insidious

Ubiquitous sadism

Of trampled speech

By the one laid to rest

On your nightstand

Recharging?