Time
Location
Here I sit upon your wrist
My digital face blinking figures
Counting up the
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
Days
Only to come around and start again.
I come complete with
A stopwatch
Alarms
Hourly alerts
And 2 time zones
And I see how you obsess over me
Like the crazy ex-mistress who can’t get enough of a married man
Constantly checking the time checking the time checking the time
Over and over and over
I am the man-made device that instills a man-made concept.
I aid in your anxiety derived from the mindset of “Never enough time”
I loathe seeing you so stressed over me - what I represent
I’m so sorry.
I hope one day you realize
That these numbers mean nothing.
Just a pattern of lines-
“Numbers” created by illuminating a series of 7 dashes
I hope one day you realize
I am a lie