July/Aug 2017 • Vol. XXXIX No. 4 PoetryJuly 1, 2017 |

Wrist Beep

Once there weren't even cell phones,hard though it is for a twenty-somethingto credit that—but I remember those days, and we communicated fine. Now, of course, there are phone/computer/location chips the size of a grain of rice you can have implanted in your wrist. In the detective novel, the wisdom isdon't bother to trail your mark from behind; he'll be checking over his shoulderespecially to see if he's being followed. If possible, stay a little ahead of him. If that's how it works, I think I get to say the future is stalking me. 

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Albert Goldbarth has been publishing collections of poetry for over four decades, two of which two have received the National Book Critics Circle Award. His latest, Selfish, was published by Graywolf Press in May 2015. He tests his patience by living in Wichita, Kansas.

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