A Rage Against My Machines
By Torri Hammonds
I am convinced that I’m a walking Y2K bug.
That isn’t some delusion that puts me
in the center of the universe;
If it requires electricity it has burst
into figurative flames.
I’ve watched so many a computer succumb
to the Blue Screen of Death,
that it no longer frightens me.
My coffee maker frequently stops doing the thing
it is specifically made to do.
I’ve had cell phones that couldn’t hold phone calls
if they weren’t plugged into walls.
My laptop burns the top of my lap.
I live an analogous life
with my French press coffee,
and my cell phones, reduced
to landlines.
I am bound to my desk with wires.
Each day is a new battle with a device
that is supposed to make my life easier.
I am throwing up the white flag.
I am resigning myself to a life
of slight inconvenience.
Tumult
Splash me with your
sound waves.
Wrap me in your acoustic arms
and rock me to sleep.
Reverberate so I can use
my echolocation
to navigate this life.
Do you realize that we
are on the same wavelength?
These sonic sensations
sustain us.
BIO
Torri Hammonds is a currently a student at Columbus State Community College, on the long road to getting her Master’s in Library Science. Her best writing ideas come to her during moments of procrastination and when she has had too much caffeine. Her work has previously appeared in A Celebration of Young Poets. She lives in Columbus, Ohio with her boyfriend and their cat.
