My little girl is two years old. She must watch television. Maybe it is a drug to her? Maybe it is her third parent or friend? I’m not sure but she does seem to need it now. My wife asked how her day was yesterday and my little one held up her hand and said TB. She calls it TB. That was her day. It will be today as well. Maybe she will go outside but not for long. This can be depressing.
She is watching the movie Avatar at the moment sitting on her beanbag. She cried her heart out when I took here away for a moment to change her diaper just now. Today before she began watching T.V. I told her she could not watch TB today and to instead play with her toys. She cried and had a tantrum. I think of life often. All of the evils in the world. What we can do to make it better. I think of the education of our children. What will the future hold?
I am writing this poem as my daughter is watching this Blockbuster movie. She will not let me do anything if she is not watching TB. Maybe I am not supposed to do anything. What would her life be like without the TB?
I don’t see your skin and I don’t see your hair.
I see you online and the light within.
I see you staring too deeply so beware.
The monitor is too bright and you will surely burn
If you can not handle life’s many turns.
I would like you close to me in this journey.
How many souls can I collect with an attorney?
Maybe I could meet you in court for a contract
so we could one day make physical contact.
Your light shines across the land and sea.
No matter where you are, you are there with me.
For years we have connected through bits and bites.
Through billions of on and off switches our souls unite.
If I don’t like something you made that means nothing.
Because we are united through this collective something.
I can not stand the judgments I sometimes must make.
Your hand I ask for this journey we take.
The T.V. could be the third in this relationship.
We could watch each other through it as we sit.
Our kids will grow up together looking at it.
Seeing each other through the technology we should quit.
An avatar we all are in this digital world.
My two year old has learned this quickly with her flowing curls.
Maybe she’ll be blue one day as well.
Maybe find a new body so we never say farewell.