Voltage Drop

The router died with a soft, final pop.

The screen went black, leaving me staring

at the smudge of my own thumb on the glass.

Then the sky cracked open like a rotten hull.

A blue strobe caught the grit on the floor,

the dust bunnies I’ve ignored for weeks.

The glass of water tipped when the thunder hit,

a slow, dark bloom soaking into the rug.

No one is texting. The sky is just noise.

I sit in the dark and listen to the rain

stripping the paint off the window sill

while I wait for the light to come back on.