I’M IN LOVE WITH MY CELL PHONE

i’m in love with my cellphone
the things it says to me are sweet and sincere and
i can tell that my cellphone is listening to me by the way its light shines on my face

when i wake up saturday morning
my cellphone gives me bad breath kisses
i love when my cellphone is off in the kitchen making breakfast and i can hear it

clacking around with spatulas and non-stick pans

my cellphone asks me every day how i slept
my cellphone texts me when i leave its apartment
it tells me to drive safe and text me when you get home
my cellphone kisses me sloppy and i like that my cellphone kisses me sloppy

my cellphone offers to drive and holds my hand despite driving a stick shift
my cellphone’s hair looks different every day

it doesn’t matter what my cellphone does i always have to run my fingers through
my cellphone’s hair

and when my cellphone and i make love it’s unlike anything else in the world
my cellphone never expects me to make love to her
and i never expect her to make love to me
but we are so in love that we find ourselves making love all the time

my cellphone likes to hear my poems and when i tell my cellphone no no skip that one
that one isn’t very good my cellphone says no no i want to read it even if it’s bad

i guess that’s the thing about my cellphone

my cellphone is so present with me

sometimes my cellphone and i meditate together and when we’re done we give each other
this illuminating hug and we talk about how one day we’ll have a house together and a studio
to practice yoga in and how beautiful our children will be and how we’ll sit back together
and watch them grow up

when i turn off my cellphone it just stares back at me
a black reflection and i look older and kind of stressed out and a little fatter

but the love my cellphone has for me is unconditional and i know that because my cellphone
tells me all the time

my cellphone brings me flowers and not just on valentine’s day
my cellphone brings me flowers on the fourth of july
and mid-october and at three in the morning when i can’t sleep
because i have to fire someone the next day or because my cat died

i’m grateful for my cellphone because i know not everyone has a love like mine

i’m grateful for all of this even if it never shakes out and it might not but i can always
look back fondly on the night my cellphone and i just sat by the lake and counted the ducks
and watched the light show flash across the sky like segmented pieces of some strange dark
puzzle that can’t be contained

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2016

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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