“I can gather all the news I need on the weather report” –Simon & Garfunkel
There is a varied world view at 9:00am.
I sat in a bathroom on a chipped enamel seat,
where devices scattered and dusted lived on the floor,
or clamped to a metal bar on the pale skin of a small wall,
they were begging for a purpose.
Here, the white draped hand towel symbolized stormy conflicts
which could become a bit less precipitous,
next to that, the hair-iron and blow dryer—likewise the same, utilize me now.
They were items I seldom ever touched.
They called me, shining, purposefully—let’s fix this problem.
We have a solution.
They spoke of their warmth in the form of buzzing,
in the cool air of the bathroom.
They were not like me on this cold beginning, I was unplugged and exposed.
They were about to be turned on.
In morning a system of systems was awoken.
My hair was too short to be straightened, too drought dry—no need for blowing,
and sometimes I liked my hands wet because hydration is key.
And they still needed something to fix, still needed a purpose.