Extremely busy week, so I’m reposting (from 2005) an iPoem.
It took nine days
For my iPod
to get here from China.
Our love is like that,
As inefficient as FedEx on a bad day,
As absurdist as a playlist with
Blackeyed Peas and Gregorian Chants.
Where is the Love?
In the ear pod.
On the hip.
It’s everywhere you want to be–
The VISA to my soul.
Swipe my heart
And let’s dance.
3 thoughts on “iLove”
You Dance? Wow I remember when I used to dance. Now with the business of work, driving kids to different events, and being a active member of my church, time to dance is a thing of the past. Now it is more of a less than elegant flop on the couch after dinner dishes are done and a snore shortly after the opening credits of the veggie tales movie. Tyler usually is shaking me awake when the ending credits start telling me it is time to go to bed.
Boy I long for the time that I could dance.
I never mastered the elegant flop either. Or dancing for that matter. (I’m Baptist, remember. 🙂
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