Ex Boxes
Home is
where the
tongue was.
A phone was
but a mouth.
But now no
eyes, no
windows...
zeroes, ones
comprise
this box
without a
human
clinging
to it,
not a
soul and
not a
spouse.
Just skinny
headless
beanpoles
and heart
less hula
hoops. So
if there’s
no more
humans
for to
knock
upon
the door,
what’s
that
scream?
Merely
an echo:
“Get me...
get me...
get me
out!”
“Nobody’s
home!”
squeaky
helium-
tripped
voice
less
ness
cries out
to the
screamy
echo, “Go
away! Go
away! Ones
and zeroes
all the way!”
(And then:
“Hooray!!!”)
