Verbal

One hundred words
I spoke
aloud
in the car
to a voice note
that I'd specifically
activated:
“Hey Siri, capture a verbal note”

I then pour my thoughts
from my mind 
through my lips
to the cabin of my car
to my unseen copilot.

From red light
to right turn 
to residential
I speak clearly, 
steady;
crystalized honey pace, 
I 
en-nun-see-ate.

And then I park my car
Kill the engine with a button 
Collect my work apparatuses
Collapse on my sitting room settee.

I open my notes app
to find that
my "one hundred words"
Spoah-Ken  a-loud 
were captured as
an Apple note, 
Bold title: 
“Verbal”
Body: 


[empty]


= = = 

So then
this poem
is about the poem
I dictated into existence 
that you’ll never read

Because 
Smart technology 
interpreted me 
lit-er-al-ly
and now 
I have 
no words 
to show for it.