a missing chip and a t stick plan
I bought a T-stick with one gig of data,
spun wheels on YouTube, ran out of time.
Back at the shop to top it up:
What’s your T-stick number, ma’am? …
That’s the 40-digit number on the side of the box …
Oh, you threw away the box?
What’s your mobile number, ma’am? User name?
Password? Mother’s maiden name?
Date of birth? … No ma’am, yours.
You have a choice of six plans ma’am:
light surfer plus casual day rate …
The simplest? That depends on how much you use.
You get three gigs for $40 but if you go over within a month
you pay a dollar a day … and you can join
our friendly-user programme… by the way, some conditions apply.
And you need to monitor when you’re about to run out.
I’ve run out already
and I don’t mean of gigs.
How? Well it’s, like, real easy –
you log in to our website,
enter your T-stick number …
that’s the number
on the box you bought it in…
oh, yeah, you binned it…
You take the SIM card out of your T-stick, put that in your phone;
you get a text from gigafone with an 18-digit code, type that
into the web-page, put the SIM card back in your stick, complete all the fields ...
Do that while you’re here? Um, no ma’am, our website’s down …
I dunno, we’re not sure what the problem is …
Yep, unbelievable headaches, believe me …
I believe him. Shouting is not a valid entry
and I can’t hang him up
so I press my temples for further options.
Give me the sky’s open page and a pen to write love poems;
give me your warm body the earth trees and good water.
Let's sit together, without a T-stick, laptop,
mobile, iPad, iPod in sight;
let’s sit in the emptying night
with nothing but our feeling bodies
to see what plan unfolds.