When you see people walking with their phone seemingly attached to their hand,
it's because it is

I got my iPhone 4S in 6th grade
my twin lost hers three times before we entered high school, but I-
i took care of mine

I had the option to upgrade
to abandon and trade in
but i didn't want to
my iPhone 4s fit into my hand
small, like me

Last May, I was reaching into the car
to grab my sister's backpack
to be helpful, of all things

But I extended the wrong hand
and in a graceful dancer's leap, my phone arced away from me
and crashed face-down on the dark gravel drive

I picked it up
stared down at the spirograph of cracks
I clicked the home button
and by some miracle, the screen threw brightness back at me

It's held together by tape now, peeling ***** tape
it has times where it panics, glitches and melts down
'let me go' i think it's telling me

people always ask with awe, 'how can this thing still work?'
i keep telling them i'll get a new one soon, the newest version of all maybe!
but some part of me just doesn't want to give up hope

Cracks and light, broken and functioning

can't you see? i wonder
My phone is a reflection of me