Once every year or so
I lose electrical power
and am forced backwards
into longhand by daylight
Food begins to spoil and smell,
cool and warm are beyond control,
but the most painful losses
are my electronic umbilicals
Batteries dwindle down to dead,
cell towers cough and choke,
the internet abandons me,
and television reflects my face
It takes a day or two to force
myself to live within myself
and then the power returns
and I backslide into dependency
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