Eleven Hours...

This was written yesterday BEFORE I spent eleven hours fighting with customer support to get my new phone working.  It's a product of rage and nothing more.

12.5  Tech Support

My furnace blazes red

without heat

burning fuel I can’t pay for

without result

all because this metal

and plastic and glass

and iconography

refuses my advances

my touch drives it away

my voice turns its stomach

and inside is nothing but ice

refusing to meet me at the surface

yet here I sit under your gaze

poking and prodding at

this box of nothing

which refuses to respond.

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Out