I trust time from a turquoise travel alarm
powered by an AA battery.

I chill wine in an old GE freezer that doesn’t make ice.

In a rush and a mood to splurge, I hop a yellow cab,
disheartened that a “gig economy” promising driverless cars
drove a bankrupt livery driver to die at his own hands.

I don’t watch movies from a Smart TV that may be watching me.

The music I stream pours from NPR radio, giving airplay
to a mix of young, hungry and brilliant artists.

Sometimes I draft stories on paper, not a blinding screen.
Soft on the eyes and gentle on my low-tech mind.