Tonight's Poet Corner: Media Addiction
Media Addiction by Belinda Roddie Something tells me I ought to yank the needle out of my arm before it draws out all my livelihood, sucking out my soul and leaving my flesh hanging from my bones like a white flag pitifully waving a sad surrender. But the screen is intoxicating, and the drug it offers is one that causes panic, tremors, tears, and anger. Reality is hard to swallow already, so the dispersal of rage gives it a kick I desperately need to get through one more fatalistic day. Once my fingers start flying across the keyboard, I feel free for only a handful of minutes before Time Herself shushes me and brings me a kiss that leaves my lips dry like corn husks on a hot, Iowan summer day. I would do anything to shut off the wi-fi and ignore the tyranny unfolding in front of me like bad origami, but the taste of information is too savory for me to resist, and the news just keeps coming in, and I know one day these voices may be distorted, or never be...