Don’t You Know Me?

 

Turning on the computer, I go to the website. I hit escape to transform my pages into edit mode., but the dreaded give-your-password box appears instead.

"Don't you know me?" I plead with the screen. I try several options. Red sentences answer my requests.

"We've been getting together here for almost a year now and you never once asked me who I was," I continue berating,"I cleaned your keys yesterday…with the gentle cleaner and the Q-tips. I don’t drink or eat near you. Your room is air conditioned when the rest of the house is not. I chopped down a tree to improve your signal for God’s sake! What do you mean you don’t recognize me?”

Remembering how aged my computer has gotten, I acquiesce and go to retrieve my password from the rolodex. It’s alright if we start again everyday. I can be your memory.

Writing and Photo copyright by Mar Startari, 2019

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