The Screen in My Pocket
Distraction in the Viral Age
Damn near ten thousand buzzing flies around,
ICloud updates, Twitter rage, TikTok trends.
Still thousands more lights blazing on my phone.
Talk of war and crime, and ragebait newly found,
Ripe from some algorithm. Still, my face bends
Against the world, down to the screen, that, alone,
Can satisfy a hunger deep, or be a friend,
Til the next throb of light sparks, the next sigh.
I suppose this is what distraction is—
Only hunger deeper than the searching eye,
Near morning, but dragged down to an abyss.
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I really appreciate your very literal take on the Dancing with Distraction Challenge, Steve! Your choice of vernacular and turn of phrase is very pleasing and engaging. I appreciate your descriptive language that painted a well formed imagine as I read the poem, well done!