the television is a marvelous thing,
Such a marvel of technology
so many forms of entertainment
all at the push of a button
or twist of the dial it tells you not to touch.
I know that you
imagine yourself to be a god
pick and choose what to watch when...
All of a sudden I walk in.
"Hi, how's it going?"
Your eyes never move from
the flickering foreverephemeral
images, ghosts, artificial
I'm here - do you notice?
Do you care?
Do I exist in your safe little world,
you and the seductive monster?
No use; I am only a real human. I am not
programmed, scheduled, turned on or off at a whim.
I can't compete with
faces, false feelings
all contained in that
object of mass worship.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.