Siri and Me
The dangers are not immediately apparent.
You caress my palm oh so gently; I feel safe.
Soon your glowing screen moves from my hand
to nestle cosily inside each neuron and I
experience withdrawal when parted from your weight.
Angry Birds gobble my hours. More are wasted
listening for the chime that means message received;
I exist in the world! I left my iPhone
behind today and after the tremors passed
I really didn't miss it much. Now where did I put it?