Throw away your newspaper. . .

Throw away your newspaper

Throw away your newspaper
Or make of it instead a blade-crisp boat
It glides across the gutters, folded seams
Dribbling words in cooling streams

Break your cable box, let static rule
Let your children wake to TV snow
Press Jack Frost noses to the screen
Use mitten fingertips to wipe it clean

Empty your computer
Of circuits, wires and elemental springs
Insert cocoons behind the screen
Wait a week and watch for wings

Give your mailman notice, seven days
Post a painted sign, "Beware of stings"

Then turn your mailbox to a metal hive

Where honey drips and busy workers thrive

Then make your phone a castle for your fish
Let golden fins brush lightly past the dial
Let mossy weeds asphyxiate the ring
Your phone is now a cradle for a king

—Sarah Torribio