Everyone’s on their smartphones
all the time
checking the progress of the epidemic;
but I’m not worried, we’ll be fine.
checking the progress of the epidemic;
but I’m not worried, we’ll be fine.
I’m trying to think of a rhyme
for “time”—the toc that follows every tic—
all of us on our smartphones all the time—
for “time”—the toc that follows every tic—
all of us on our smartphones all the time—
we, the prime
reason why everyone is getting sick
to begin with; but I’m not worried, we’ll be fine.
reason why everyone is getting sick
to begin with; but I’m not worried, we’ll be fine.
It’d be better for us to camp
out in the pines—
playing duck-duck gray duck or duck-duck
goose—with our smartphones dinging
playing duck-duck gray duck or duck-duck
goose—with our smartphones dinging
whenever someone mentions us or
pings
us in our email—stack
of dire solicitations; but I’m not worried, we’ll be fine.
Never sure where to draw
the lineus in our email—stack
of dire solicitations; but I’m not worried, we’ll be fine.
between serenity and panic.
Trying to put my smartphone down.
What, me worry?—we’ll be fine.
