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Mum why are you waving that slab of plastic in my face? I can’t see you because it’s in the way? Your eyes are always on it. Hunched over it. At least when you used a keyboard I could walk over that and sit on it and make lo[[[tttttttttttttttttttssssss of letters with it!
Mum do stop with your hands on the front of it! I want you to look at me, stroke my nose, rub my head, tickle my ears.
Oh you are not interested? Then I’ll look the other way…
Wrapped up in my magic phone I can ignore the world. The problems I have, the worries my friends have.
Wrapped up in my magic phone I can focus on the trivial things, the bits that make me smile.
Wrapped up in my magic phone I can watch daft dogs, silly things. Lost kittens in mittens.
Wrapped up in my magic phone I can forget people. Lose the worries, the wars, the poverty.
Wrapped up in my magic phone I am in cotton wool. Insulated nicely against the world.
I must turn it off and put it down. Lose it or let the battery go flat to be free. Maybe? But just another glance can’t hurt…..
Mallaband-Brown