Give Him the Boot

she had a Bluetooth smile

& Apples

in her cheeks–

eyes lensed in photographic memory

& mother-boarding hips,

& we shared so many common programs, besides.

. . .

It seemed like a meme.

we handheld for a time. . .

in those days of chips & Dosses

. . .

ah, Y. . .

the orientation was landscape, &

a macro upgrade seemed certain

a little Log-on cabin in the Webs

with a white picket Firewall,

Sensible thumb drive &

maybe a few apps…

but I pushed the wrong buttons

(too much auto-correct!)

and she dumped me,

and sure

I space-barred around a while,

but for the sake of inner PC, I eventually powered down.