My iPad Mini
By Fletcher C
My internet user
My pocket machine
My third arm
It’s all of these rolled into one
Its ebony black rim borders the screen
Like a monster’s black arms
Its camera’s light is stronger than a lighthouse’s beam
Its calculations are quicker than the average human brain
All these things describe my pocket machine.
It wakes when I tell it to
It plays music when I tell it to
It sleeps when I tell it to
All these things describe my mobile computer.
It’s there for me when I need it
It answers perplexing questions
It makes me smile when I’m down
All these things describe my battery-waster.
It … Well, my friend, … It’s my iPad Mini.