I grasp the black screen,
Just to check in with,
All the important things in
The world.
My focus narrows as I
Lose myself in the reflections of
Scrolling habits and endless searches;
Continually absorbed.
The screen begins to dissolve and
Take root in my palm.
Fusing with my hand, as if
It’s connected.
Searching for connection,
We become connected
To this new appendage.
We’re attached.
- Tom Malone
