Screen.

he pulls up the chair
and straightens his insides--
he's meeting someone tonight,
and he's been counting down the
days since last saturday,
when she said she'd come.
and he turns on the screen,
because the year is 2082,
and nobody lives outside
a screen anymore.
and nobody lives outside
a line anymore.
and nobody lives outside
'a themselves anymore.

and he takes a breath
before beginning something
he'll neither really have,
understand,
or even truly want
at all.