D-E-S-I-R-E

Untitled - Alphonse Mucha

D-E-S-I-R-E

Putting off the pleasure.
I soon will see my treasure,
Delaying gratification.
I’m still good company.

I swear, I’m not obsessed.
Not crazy or depressed.
But, like a twitch, an urge, an itch,
I feel myself bewitched,
and craving contact once again.

How long can this go on?

The dinner lasts forever,
Though the conversation’s clever.
Yet still beneath the surface
I am longing for
my phone.

I need to see some updates
on Facebook; twitter dictates
that I fiddle with it,
scrolling, trolling Instagram again.

I don’t know how to stand it,
but my family demands it
so my phone remains unpowered,
like a broken modern toy.

Soon this will be ended,
I’ll be glad that I attended, but
with my phone apprehended
time feels strangely extended,
and though quite unintended,
I don’t miss my phone at all.

(hahaha – of course I do. Now give it to me!)

If this were a modern meal, these heads would be bowed to look at their phones.

If this were a modern meal, these heads would be bowed to look at their phones.

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