Ode to My Cell Phone
by Hannah Wing
I call you Superphone, the Phone Who Lived,
and it is not with little thought I do.
Those clumsy times you graciously forgive
Though times you've dropped have been more than a few.
As short a fall as from my jacket pocket
As far the void down the Hilton's endless shaft
To my pleasure, but my undeniable shock, it
seemed you were unharmed. In my relief, I laughed.
So courageous, so undaunted you serve
connecting via text, facebook, and twitter.
In my book, I would say that you deserve
a peace prize, but Xiaobo might be bitter.
So, thank you: my tool, my social life, my friend,
your endurance and your patience I commend.
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