Text Traffic
by Rachel Hoyt
image by Stuart Miles via freedigitalphotos.net
The processor processes
The texts which one tosses
Into webs to whip them,
Ship them through thin air
Where privacy is rare.
The sticky web sticks to
Secrets and stats like glue
Hiding them far away
To stay as a memory
For all who wish to see.
The programming's programmed.
Privacy be damned.
The text once typed flies free.
Some see so photographic,
Remember text traffic.
© 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
I understand intellectually
why Gmail knows quite a bit about me,
but must they preach for zero privacy?
