an old familiar verse, a new familiar feeling

I’m totally addicted to texting you
to the flash of that green screen, that buzzing
that yellow mailbox popping into view
you become half my brain, I become waiting

my auto pilot thumb slithering, slides
seeking full fridges, carefree cash, trying
to unlock your screensaver from my mind
if I stare hard enough you’ll Flash. Flinging

that despondent blue brick way down the hall
I try to stop drowning in your crowding
remembering why it’s better to call
I hate technology. Fuck you. I’m breaking

but I can’t seem to turn that damn phone off
try as I might, I can’t seem to turn you off.