Two Hours On Low Battery

The first time

was in the car.

My Vodafone

black box

vibrated off my leg

and hit the floor

buzzing.

My brother

jumped for it as I did,

but my fingers

folded around the cold

surface

first.

1 Unread SMS.

The second time

was in the

two double seven

food court.

Upstairs

with our legs stretched

out on the

trashy black leather.

McDonald’s fries

on the floor,

and chopsticks

on the tables.

1 lulled conversation.

The third time

was a lot like the first.

My phone

was on the

bedside Kauri,

vibrating in circles.

I was pulling the strings

on my glossy

black pieces of nothing.

1 incoming call.