I woke up to a sound in my bathroom,
A faint “Scrape scrape, swoosh swoosh boom”
Shaking the dinosaurs out of my head,
I stumbled towards the hall with the grace of the dead.
Opened the door and took a look inside,
I saw my cellphone, it didn’t hide.
It was standing or sitting, whatever’s the verb,
In front of the mirror, on the sink curb.
I asked it why, in the middle of the night,
Was it here, in the bright light?
“I am trying to find love that agrees with me,
I’m, for Phonder, taking a cell-fie.”
Oh well, I said, try to be quiet,
I’m going back to dive all the way to Guyot.
Yawing the yawn of a Jotun or Titan,
I hear a “Ch ch” sound, as the lenses tighten.