In the spirit of keeping up with (and learning the benefits of) new technology, I recently invested in a Palm Pre the result of which, I had to ask my 15 year old son to ask me how the hell to use it! This reminded me of a great poem by Carol Ann Duffy:
I wear the two, the mobile and the landline phones,
like guns, slung from thepockets on my hips. I’m all
alone. You ring, quickdraw, your voice a pellet
in my ear, and hear me groan.
You’ve wounded me.
Next time, you speak after the tone. I twirl the phone,
then squeeze the trigger of my tongue, wide of the mark.
You choose your spot, then blast me
through the heart.
And this is love, high noon, calamity, hard liquor
in the old Last Chance saloon. I show the mobile
to the Sheriff; in my boot, another one’s
concealed. you text them both at once. I reel.
Down on my knees, I fumble for the phone,
read the silver bullets of your kiss. Take this…
and this…and this…and this…and this…