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my phone arrived today
not as a Sweet Sixteen
prize
opened wildly
with a great tearing of
birthday paper wrapping
and bows.
my phone arrived
by way of internet shopping
Amazon.com delivered
the pubescent
pink pearl beauty
to my doorstep
to my anxiously
awaiting arms.
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was i really
deprived?
all those years
beige phones and black phones
silver and teal
rosy red and marine blue
but no pink
like the Barbies I coveted
but could never own
my pink princess
my instant messenger
taking me back to
a lost youth
a quieter time
when phones had cords
and life waited
for the jangling
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