Where Are You?
An Ode to a Phone Out for Delivery

I’ve spent the last few days typing with a mouse. My old phone won’t respond to my touch. I chose you, my replacement, to be shipped to my house.
You were supposed to be here by eight. Now I’m just sitting and waiting. You arrived at the distribution center an hour later.
It’s the next day. Where are you now? Are you able to come and play?
I just want to be able to work with ease. I want my new phone. Come home to me, please!
As I wait for my new phone to finally arrive, I’m using a wireless mouse to control my old phone, because the screen has decided it is no longer a touchscreen. It’s a little ridiculous.
Enjoy what you have and make use of the time you have with it/them. Don’t get too lost in reliving the past or anticipating the future.
As I’m writing this, I’m thinking of this similar poem by Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她):
This poem about waiting by Jac Gautreau:
And this ode of longing that I wrote in anticipation of not having any bread during the week of Passover:






