Ode To The Cell Phone

NaPoWiMo prompt - Day 15! - Do one of the following: write a poem in the form of a complaint about something that is good or you like, or in the form of a hymn to something that is bad or that you dislike. 

Ode To The Cell Phone

What a pleasure

at the grocery store,

the drive-through,

the bank, the waiting room,

dinner in a fine restaurant,

to know we’re all connected.

A loved one, a dear or casual

friend, the tangled relationship,

never more than a ring away,

Eavesdropping easier now,

a bonus for us writers or voyeurs,

to know the intimate details

of strangers are

dangled everywhere.

Oh, cell phone,

I myself must now

learn to carry you everywhere,

not to leave you

lonely in car,

not to use my voicemail anymore.

To flaunt my life for everyone.

I must learn you’re not a tool.

You now define me

and label me

more that I could ever imagine.