Your android won’t betray you
like the call that never came,
pm that denied your request, or
email that promised millions
from Nigeria. It is what it is.
Like the boyfriend you thought
was your boyfriend, turns out to be
a playmate who sends you a text that
you should separate just like that,
and the dream is over;
so you turn to Instagram,
a picture of you sprawling naked,
no scars from that episode. No lies.
How can you accuse your
android of such a thing?
The palm-size gadget with no heart,
but a traitor it is not.