good to go

you are technology
inept.
but you have a son,
so that
helps.
he pushes you
out of the way
and plugs
everything in,
does what he has
to do, shoving
aside boxes
and directions,
warnings,
and assorted clues.
finally, after
twenty seconds
of moving his fingers
along a tiny
keyboard
he hands you your
phone and pats
you on the back.
you're good to go
dad, he says.
try not to pocket
dial me
for a few days,
okay? and be careful
with those
pictures.