vinyl
what are we now? what do we become?
lower a plastic face
over my other plastic face
over my face
shield my lungs from airborne drops
my dark eye-circles from
looking a little unhealthy, or
not pretty enough
lower it over my corporate-speak
because messages have to match
electronically, VOIP, we
no longer rely on body language
from now on we regard no one
according to the flesh; the old things have
passed away; behold, new things have come
goo goo g’joob
gently rest
needle to groove
and remember
a time of interface
when touch was
everything
Listen to Melinda A Smith’s reading of Vinyl: