An Ode to My Busted iPhone

An Ode to My Busted iPhone
An Ode to My Busted iPhone

I never thought
That you would be so fragile

Your skin, your face,
Unscratchable, they said
I put you to the test.

You survived.
For a while.

Marks appeared.
A few careless drops to the concrete
broke your jaw
Your vibrator
rattling loose inside your chest

I thought I could fix you
But I just made you worse.

Alas, this was not a defect of yours
but an error of my own doing.
Those smarty-pants saw right through me.
A fee was taken,
and you were replaced.

You were new again.
I vowed to protect you better.
A hard shell protected your soft flesh
but still
pain came.

Unscratchable was revealed
as hyperbole
as keys made their mark
upon your visage.
I was dismayed at first
but learned to love
your unique disfigurement.

Up until the moment
you would not sync.
You would not charge.
But through the grace of the ancient technology
The abandoned Wire of Fire.

Those smarty-pants looked you over
Tried their best
felt my pain.

But alas.
I had forgotten to buy AppleCare.
Out of warranty.
On life support.
Battery full, but never
able
to sync again.