NaPoWriMo: Day 17

Prompt: a poem that features forgotten technology.

To be so familiar as the disc that played
on repeat
through the earphones that plugged
into my walkman
while I slept in the car
as my parents drove
across the state
to Michigan
to visit

To be so desired as the song I awaited
near the radio with my cassette tape
ready to record
as soon as I heard
the opening notes
so I could listen
later on
whenever I

To be so beloved as the texts exchanged
from the flip phone hidden in my locker
in the passing break
between classes
that told the story
of my every day
and all my

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