The marvels of the digital age: anyone can read me but nobody does. The only comments I receive are spam offering illicit photographs of female celebrities. Somebody’s watching, but it ain’t people. It’s the omnipotent, omnipresent digital goddess.
In the heat of my hometown,
The summer searched for breezes.
We were sprawled on beds stripped of sheets.
Stripped of clothes, my siblings and me.
The baseball game was on the radio.
We listened in sweaty silence,
as Vin Scully provided the soundtrack
for the hot, dry passage of time.
© 2008
