I punched my laptop in the face

I am incredibly patient. I think
my mother cuts her food geometrically,
because she is still pushing the lasagne
onto the back of her fork a week after
the dishwasher has stopped snoring
and turned itself into a red nought.

When you approach my town the cars get slower,
They call this “slowing for an accident”.
The accident is my town:
people keep dying.

They come here specifically to die in houses
older than them. Unlike others,
I do not lean my head forward
to peck swear words at their bonnet.

I used to babysit seven children
because I am incredibly patient.
But Google just took one minute and
forty-five seconds!

So I gathered my fingernails in my palm for a meeting,
my thumb made its way to the middle
and whispered, “hit it”.