In the glow of the heartless box

The vending machine blues

in the glow of the 
heartless box
you can buy
anything
without audience:
stamps
gum
cheetos 
condoms
a beach read!
convenience lures
with its low whirr
its swirling suspense --
hurray for 
Medibox and
Pharmashop,
easing pain
touch-free
by a hook or 
by crook
anytime!
where are the
spiral peddlers
dropping 
personality upgrades
and bodylifts
for tap and pay?
i'm still hungry
for something
more--

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Our waking life’s desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty.

— Cormac McCarthy

Poem 18 of 31 in the series “The Liminal Season.”

Today’s poem prompt was “vending machine” from my friend, writer/writing coach Jessica Klimesh. She writes incredible micro fiction! I hope you read it!