into the arms of the future

I was late and running for my station
minutes from the opening of the doors
and tripped over trailing cables
from the TV cameras recording Bill Gates
in the death defying feat of walking
and with no other manufacturers right there
catching flying women
he fumbled
and we fell to the floor
my face buried in his pillow rumpled hair
my lips in the oily hollows of his eyes
and I tasted the first sour hint
of Window '96

LeeAnn Heringer