I spied you in the phone store,  Cradled in your cubby, attached by a cord, Your screen was dark, waiting for more Than a passing glance or a mumbled word. For a part time clerk, seeking a sale, Shows the popular model, the better known brand, I checked your features, my skin grew pale, I held you aloft, I… Read More Ode to My Cell Phone … With Apologies to Keats