Phone

What technology would you be better off without, why?

Hate saying it even quietly,

When last month it slipped from cased from my hand as I sat talking into the night with Ruth,

Once again my chair ate my phone,

I swear I can be sitting still and loose things,

Things ate by my electric chair,

Well its true,

I felt the thing like a slimy silver fish,

Slip and vanish, leaving nothing but a memory in its wake,

My savior was Ruth fir her voice was my fog horn,

Light house in the bleak moment,

This dang phone here’s moment and rights m e n t ,

The mo vanishes just like my phone did,

I managed to cram my 6-ft 65-year-old body into a small place and stick my head like a crane under the chair unfortunately I had gone to get my flashlight out of my cool pocket which lives in my coat pocket so that I can see into my home or to my house on dark nights cuz I have no porch lite,

Pardon if you never read me ,

I am the queen of long run ass sentences,

I was taught in college that a comma comes after breath I have more breath than most,

It became like the game Marco Polo,

I was in Ernest for Ruth to talk,

Rnd kept yelling Ruth don’t stop talking,

I put my fingers in where the phone had gone,

Felt the phone,

And once again it slipped further into the chair,

I found the phone at the back of the chair on the floor,

It was like a paupers first Christmas,

My life what it is is on that phone,

Now it’s 5:20 I got to get up I have my little Tommy on my lap he slept with me all night was happy with that,

Must pee put on pants zoom down my hall after I put on my code of course pop out the door walk down the steps backwards cuz that’s how people with canes walk put my key in my door of the car,

The last Long honk annoying honk honk honk honk honk,

The last long honk is a really loud long honk,

Turn on my Podcast recorder and drive away,