web.breakfast

Every Day Poets
April 26, 2013

the fried eggs are sunny, the sky’s grey and dreary
still full of sleep, i creep
to the table.

breakfast is ready,
but the house’s empty;
from my pocket, my smartphone
whispers,
“online, you’re not alone.”

in america, friends are at dinner,
in asia, at lunch.

a quick picture uploaded,
and i add my breakfast
to my friends’ online food.

all is set, so i take a bite
at friendships measured by megabytes.


-Prospero E. Pulma, Jr.