Pocket Vibrations of Doom by Sam Hendrian

Sent it about 30 seconds too fast

Without having looked it over three more times,

Certain that emotional typos abounded

And ellipses would be read as periods…

Spent the rest of the numb autumn morning 

Waiting for BUZZ or perhaps BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ,

A series of disconnected thoughts 

Saying everything except what I wanted to hear. 

Tried to carry on with my daily routine

But could hardly stand up from where I sat,

Too paralyzed by prophecies 

Of gently delivered realities. 

Then came a moment or two of grace,

A temporary case of dementia 

As I forgot about the menacing messenger

And managed to enjoy a donut. 

While the day-old maple frosting massaged my dry throat 

I felt a surge of pocket electricity 

Shocking my meager stock of fortitude 

Like a kid who dares glance up at their crush’s eyes. 

Trembling, I reached for the rectangle 

That contained the stains from past and future pain,

Slowly unlocking the screen

To find the face of my friendship’s fate.