by Judith Meyerowitz
Square box
best friend of childhood,
from which magically Voices come
Miss Frances wishes me good morning.
I “Cry” with Johnnie Ray.
Place my hand to the screen’s forehead,
Oral Roberts has the power.
I feel the heat.
Place the plastic screen and Roberts transforms into Winkie Dink.
Yo Rinty and Howdy! Howdy Doody
Out of the square box,
Voices of my gods
My ears my eyes you kidnap.
I stay inside.
Your light replaces the sun’s.
Snatch my soul
Zombie child
Mother trapped in her bed,
me in my box
Judith Meyerowitz has submitted poetry and prose to Voices for several years. Thank you also to Neil Grill’s study group for which this was developed and to Voices for publishing.