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Tiny Buttons

I've turned into a
post-modern Mr. Magoo
in the weeks following
her death, when my
social services check
was suspended and
my memories of her
became scrambled in
my already electronic,
handheld trivia wizard
brain, but that's been around
since the mid-1980s now,
when there were much
larger buttons on
everything, and people
still wrote long letters
sent from the post office
and great grandma-grandma
still had a rotary phone,
the first phone I ever
used, which is why
I am blinded by all
the tiny buttons, and
all the thoughtlessness
that people like me
succumb to.


  Kevin Ridgeway

Originally Published in Nerve Cowboy