National Poetry Month’s Poem-A-Day 30-Day Challenge: Day 14
LICENSE PLATE
Alexa listens in the the living room.
Google watches what I buy
and sends around ads to catch my eye.
At every intersection cameras
watch and flash the passerby.
I feel surrounded, and mostly by thieves
probing and peeking, seeking my secrets.
pick-pocketing my keys.
This website says I am safe
as my entered data turns to stars.
Still I feel I am driving naked
on a highway with a million cars
(everyone thinking no one can see them,
like my cat on the lawn pressed low on his hunt)
with our numbers plastered on our backs and our fronts.