…also known as the best potential boyfriends ever.
I walk into the Apple store,
you greet me with a smile.
iPad in hand, blue shirt blazing,
just killing that Apple style.
Your name tag says you’re a genius
but your grin says you’re a star.
I tell you I have an appointment.
You invite me up to the bar.
“Are we getting a drink?” I ask.
You laugh and say “sounds great.”
Now I wish I would’ve done my hair.
We’re basically on a date.
“So, what’s up?” you ask.
I want to reply “my heart.”
“My computer screen went blank” I answer,
“and now it just won’t start.”
“Let’s just take a look” you say
as you click the keys like a god.
Your glasses are smudged, your hair unkept.
I’m obsessed with how you’re flawed.
After a few minutes of pounding,
your face begins to look sad.
“Do you have Apple Care?” you ask.
And I know that means it’s bad.
“I don’t even know what that is” I sigh,
expecting some horrible news.
You tell me I did but it expired last month.
I feel my poor heart bruise.
”I don’t know what happened,” I gasp,
“I didn’t do anything to it!”
You listen and console me sweetly
Your eyes say, “we’ll get through it.”
“Can’t Obamacare cover this?” I say.
You laugh, “What would the co-pay be?”
Look at you, you witty genius.
It’s like you just totally get me.
”You know what, I’ll help you out.”
You smile and scratch your eye.
“Come back in a week, it’ll be fixed,
make sure you ask for Ty.”
I leave the store with hearts in my eyes.
The day feels suddenly bright.
If loving my Apple genius is wrong,
then I don’t want to be right.