How shallow I am,
Glinting cellular in my hand.
Texting just as fast as I can,
Conversating with five at a time.
Where I'm walking,
is never important,
so long as my life is in my hands.
With a full battery of course.
I enter the crosswalk,
eyes on screen.
A car strikes me as I tap send/green.
The driver, like me
was texting it seems.
Eyes away from the road,
he never even slowed down.
And he was still texting,
as I lay on the ground.
So I sit here,
in the hospital bed.
Casted arms and bandaged head,
Texting still, till the day I'm dead.