Pound (Mass)

A flicking fingertip
A gorilla glass
A leap into the code

The code into the air
The waves around
However many hours

Of driving distance
Weeks of walking
And then coming back

In a moment
Half of a second
The accident

Opens a page
Or rather a glowing
Skeuomorph of blank

On which in black
Is an entry on lb
The two letters

Accidentally
Communicated
By the stray fingertip

On that sensitive glass
Thus Pound (Mass)
And immediately

You think of wicked Ezra
Gulping down a wafer
For no reason

Other than that
The web inside your head
Has ended up like that