Touchscreen
A new habit forms,
Like instinctive flair—
Doesn’t it feel great
To touch the touchscreen?
Unlocking the Android,
150 times a day,
No fear of moments being
Watched or surveyed.
& how grand it is
That I give without care,
All this personal data,
Life laid out bare.
Tapped into engines,
Without utmost care of
What lies behind algorithms,
& the secrets they weave.
No fear of the watchers,
No glances behind—
Things have changed swiftly
Since I was a youth.
Fingering & dialing
Holes in the phone,
Visiting quirky bookshops,
Browsing for clothes.
Trying on crisp loafers
In the vibrant parade —
Just a few decades on,
Everything has changed.
Now I voicemail, email,
Indulge in e-commerce,
Immersed on screen
With zero e-motion.
Browsing from home,
No human interaction.
Addicted.
Living with a new habit.
I touch the touchscreen
6,000 times a day.
& I give more freely
Than I dare to believe.
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