Analog by Filligar published on 2011-12-04T22:37:33Z It’s new and black. My old watch has cracked. I dropped it on the floor, so the gears they turn no more. Three whole days I was late to dates I made–– but my big sis got a brand new watch from a drawer where it was saved. The first time it got quiet, the tick-tock sound got loud. So I pulled my pillows tight to suffocate the sound. I finally got some sleep to comfort me with a digital dream that night. And I was fine. But I heard the shouts from TVs: “Thirty-Day Guarantees!” that can break the walls with toll-free calls and flutter on down to me. I could not sleep, so I was up ‘til three… The seconds go to a metronome, it shouldn’t bother me. But my old watch was at least discreet. In four hundred months… Maybe I’ll pack my lunch? Some oranges kept in tins, ‘cause I’ll need my vitamins. And I’d get home, and I’d burn my hand on the stove, but I’d wash it all with alcohol ‘cause I like the sting it holds. If I make my home the cares of tomorrow, its analog my stove, an assurance that I breathe. The hills will take us home, the soil full of sorrows… The water on the seeds.