The End of Technology
after Ada Limón
No more the green blinking button. No more
the sweatsheen of screens. No more petals
of cheeks painted in pale blue light. No more tiny
keyboards. Love letters written by thumbs.
No more the glitches and are you still theres
and faces half frozen in pixel. No more crackly
voice notes. No more sinking in to the scroll
to numb the blueblack pain. No more the ever
buzz of the planet. The sun never setting on progress.
No more birthday cards emailed, not drawn
crooked lined in crayon. No more looping video
like a broken magic trick. No more distance.
Never again. I am asking you to come close, see me
in the flesh, before the light goes out.
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Haley DiRenzo is a Colorado writer and attorney specializing in eviction defense. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Barely South Review, Thimble, and Bending Genres, among others, and has been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. Instagram: @haleydirenzo

oh! Love! I LOVE the humanness and the embodied ending of this poem.