Poem: Number Crunchers Adore Me

I am a clipped in user
of information keyed and shining
on a glass partition with an ascending
staircase behind the twitching

My fingers hunt
the sleek and they twirl
along the draped wires
to find the pressed-in
prong which is

You cannot throw me
or catch my attention
from the sideview
just remember
that I passed the pickup
and won

Number crunchers adore me
because the arguments
are bluffing really
people don’t use them
without qualifications