• The Letter I Was Too Lazy to Write

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    The letter I was too lazy to write said
    I’m at the point again of wanting
    To turn off my cell phone
    To turn my back on texting
    To refuse to hear the phone’s pings

    Everyone insists texting, like email, Is quick time, almost real time
    Especially if it’s globe to globe smart to smart sun to sun
    They remind like a nagging never-can-do-wrong mother
    You need that phone for emergencies
    And anyways (oh, how I detest that extra “s” after the “y” on “anyway”)
    The wifi signal is as rapid as your blinking eye

    I ruined two, three phones since ‘03
    and each time got a handy secondhand
    That would do the job of instant connect
    I reconstructed my directory
    But each time i did, oh woe,
    I lost what i truly wanted to keep
    Not the vital practical life-or-death contacts
    But the messages
    That reminded me where i was
    On a special christmas morning when
    My happily dysfunctional family,
    The sort afflicted with the optimism bias,
    Was together in one place
    Or where i was on another day when i was ill
    and again near the edge of despair
    When i was soaked with rain & stranded
    In a remote dark part of myself
    When i was in a bus & the conductor fed a DVD
    Of a B movie called “the losers”
    At an ungodly time when all i had were
    Jingling coins in my purse & an ingrained faith
    That this situation will pass
    Ahhh those messages were messengers
    From the abyss in the sky
    Somewhere in one of those roving satellites
    An autobot has read how
    An earth woman early today texted
    “good a.m. are we on for 10 a.m. mtg 2day?”

    The letter i was too lazy to write
    Will tell you i’ll have none of that
    For the meantime
    I’m at an alternative spa
    For the techno-weary
    Having my brain re-wired
    Into improving the sprawling penmanship
    That has increasingly lost its legibility

    Two months ago a student came up to tell me
    With only the honesty a child can muster
    “Teach, your handwriting is like
    A doctor’s prescription”

    The time to listen more to myself think has come
    The time for longer pauses has arrived
    Letters allow for lengthy pauses
    Not measured in quick time
    Before the ballpoint pen resumes
    Its up-down movement across a page

    How silly i was to imagine a text
    Or even an email, no matter how drenched
    In emotion, can replace that?

    From hereon
    You’re gonna hear from me
    But give it a waiting time of two weeks

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