in her cheeks–
eyes lensed in photographic memory
& mother-boarding hips,
& we shared so many common programs, besides.
It seemed like a meme.
we handheld for a time…
in those days of chips & Dosses
the orientation was landscape, &
a macro upgrade seemed certain
a little Log-on cabin in the Webs
with a white picket Firewall,
Sensible thumb drive &
maybe a few links…
but I pushed the wrong buttons
(too much auto-correct!)
and she dumped me.
I space-barred around a while,
but for the sake of inner PC, I eventually powered down.