Although I only use a few
its rack of buttons feels familiar
– a scientific calculator
to school kids yet to work out pi.
I play the channels with one thumb,
cross by stepping stones of touch,
touch, touch from floodlit football pitch
to chat show guest, to this sit com.
But now I’ll have to share the thing,
give up my relay race from news
to news, budge over for someone else
to sit, with tired legs, strange
tastes. She points afresh: to archive
footage, video-recorded
lifestyles…jobs I once considered,
places I thought I’d one day live.
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