Poem to my Laptop

I’m realizing now how incredibly much I need you

your dirty screen and sticky white keys

and though I’m usually never sorry

I’m regretting every action

that lead up to your being robbed of me

because now I’m handicapped
accessless
anxious and restless

unable to stop myself from wondering where you are

how you were moved from my possession to another’s

in exchange for what

and for who



I’d say whoever has you doesn’t need you as much as I do

for pen and paper is no match to a shiny new computer

for any student

or self-proclaimed writer

But really,

we’re all just humble humans in a modern age

and now that you’re gone

I don’t have Facebook to distract me

from how empty my apartment is at night

and I can’t watch porn 

or look for jobs on craigslist

even if I wanted to


I know you’re just a thing

a mere blessing of technology formerly in my possession
but you have to understand
checking e-mail has never been such an ordeal for me

and though I’m sure I’ll learn

a few really important lessons

(Be Weary of those you let into your home Be Careful who your friends are)

from the sequence of events

or rather, the number of stupid decisions I made

to cause your absence, but

FOR GOD SAKE I MISS YOU