I want to be the first one you check when you wake.
Be the only item you always carry, be your mirror,
your walking CCTV, your tangible memory.
I want to co-write all your messages, laugh with you and your exes,
monitor your heartbeat, play with your fingertips,
stroke your mouth every time you say something important.
I will make myself flat, glossy, hair-free; you will only need to touch me.
I will search for the signal, no matter your whereabouts,
Make you listen to Mahler, just you and I on our own.
Please, can I be your smartphone?
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A great poetic imagination. Thanks