The count of unread messages in your email inbox is at 574 … make that 575 … make that 577. That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
Inbox Zero
This week I have systematically
Sorted all of my spam
Into three categories:
Spam
Extremely Spam
& Probably Not Spam but I’d rather
Just delete because I don’t need
anything else in my inbox
Meanwhile my co-worker enthusiastically flashes
his *unread notifications – 42,616
A number that causes my legs to tingle
My forehead to sweat
And my blood pressure monitor
To sidle up beside me for a hug
But the truth is
We’re not too different, no matter our inboxes
We all love a note of good news
We all groan when a monthly bill arrives
And we all relish a chance to
take a cleansing breath
as we gleefully hit
unsubscribe
Produced by Laura Rice.