Communication As We Know It
We are all in the living room.
Bing. Ping. Zing. Bing!
Squeal of delight.
No one looks up.
No one speaks.
There are screens in everyone’s hands
Except Dad’s.
He is watching the big screen on the wall.
We hear it, but not really.
Some of us take our screens to bed.
Bing. Ping. Zing. Bing!
No one has spoken for years.
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