Love in the Future Probably

In this world

I keep you in a tablet,

And one ill-fitting case

Sends you down the hill

Your eyes blinded with no memory

Of how we got there

My fingertips uselessly sparking nothing

On faulty plastic/glass/alloy

In this world I will fix you

Form-fitting, with a handle

And we can see the world.

In the next world

We'll have wheels,

My camera as eyes while we drive

On sidewalks and across highways

to

Date night in a retro restaurant

The waiting line is outside

Where the night sky still has stars

and

We'll print out love poems in cipher

Confessing feelings kept

Since we married the motherboards

Committing our brains to circuitry

As long as the electricity

Holds.