the way he scolded alexa

torso of a white man, wearing a blue suit, blue and white striped tie, analogue watch and white collared shirt does up the buttons of his jacket against a backdrop of a wide grey staircase, his head not visible

BY VANGE SCHRAM

the way he scolded alexa

reverberated in the tone his son used

to inform the filipino nanny she misplaced his water

bottle

private-school boys queued at the timmy’s an imposing

phalanx of the jr. brett kavanaugh association

hormones not their fault – these will denude – entitlement

though? a de-conditioning defying mano

sphere logics

countertenor complaints regarding a missing yet paid-

for cheddar slice bellowed at a demure brown

woman with boiled-liquid scars lacing her fore

arms

one doesn’t elect self-mutilation here / one is mutilated

by global labour malpractices

i brought a reusable tumbler in a tote

bag, though, #white

girlsmug

like the climate activist-by-day who broke

his tibia heliskiing by-long-week

end my brain tries to parse

the ways people inhabit this eco

sphere – what does hedonism or

privilege or the insecurity of this

moment inure us to?

thieved & foraged moments enable

me to even have this thought – a luxury beyond what the small

girl thought possible

scrawled words used to be a surf

board skiffing atop a garbage barge of ambient

anxiety, sometimes still are

but right now a werther’s – something you can’t

bite, or more a bite

block as the shocks

wave like those miniature plastic

horses that collapse when you press the under

side of the platform upon which they’re fixed

this writing protects my tongue so i can hold 

it, prevents the expletives from ripping 

through my kitchen, surging over the crypt-

keeper wail of the 90’s-era dish 

washer into my kids’ cortexes 

so i can tell you only what is precisely 

necessary while simultaneously evincing 

a politeness reserved for an email sign-

off to an address, the arrangement of which’s lower

case on either side of an @ grates 

burningly at one’s sternum 

you calming all of them like spritzing the 

feeling of seeing one’s dentist’s 

name aligned in equidistant 

kerning across the chest of one’s travel 

toothbrush 

Questions, Prompts, or Provocations: 

How do your engagements with the technocultures of your life (including, for instance, AI, your Timmy’s coffee, your hobbies [snowboarding, etc.], your dishwasher, your email signoff, your travel toothbrush) force you to encounter your values, or, similarly, to dissociate from your ethical responsibilities? 


Vange Schram is a writer, mother, and educator from the territories known as vancouver island and the sunshine coast of british columbia who currently resides on the territories known as toronto, ontario. their award-winning creative non-fiction, poetry, and critical work appears in journals including CV2, feminism & psychology, plenitude, english studies canada, the ampersand review, feminist media studies, grain, and canadian literature, to name a few. vange schram is the pen name of evangeline holtz schramek. they are completing their doctorate at mcmaster university in hamilton, ontario. 


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