After I’ve Eaten Your 10,000 Words

As a boy I was taught not to point,
but pointing seems a necessity now.
You need a pointing device to run
a computer, and even when I order
food, I point to a picture on a placemat
menu. The kid in a paper hat then
orders it by pointing to a touch-screen.
This picture pointing makes life
easier – there’s no need to be polite.


But after I’ve sucked the chicken bones
and put them back in the company’s box,
after I’ve sucked everything from the cup
but rude noises, I leave as silently as I
came in. It’s out here on the street
that complications arise which I cannot
name or piont to - politely or not.


FG August 29, 2011

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