RETRO

Retro



I’m evicting my computer
It’s a mind stealer; driving me to Google things
I used to look up in the Encyclopedia Britannica
Keeping me up past my bedtime to conquer the twelfth level of Zuma
Making the scratch of a sharpened pencil against pristine paper
A relic of the past

I’ve replaced my grandmother’s recipe for beef bourguignon
With one I can fix in thirty minutes from Rachel Ray’s website
Fast forwarding through the chewing and swallowing of it
To Google the latest opinions of the world
On everything from dressing my age to making the furrow
Between my brows disappear

My father may have been on to something that hot summer evening
When we gathered around the Curtis Mathis to watch men
Hop through the dust of the moon
His glass of bourbon and soda hit the table with a hard clink
He frowned. “This is the beginning of the end.”
My mother passed him a Pall Mall. “You’re drunk” she said.