I USB U *story of a noun turned into a verb

 

I lost my USB

I looked everywhere

Even up the birch tree

And if I had it on me swimming in the 

Dead Sea

The Salt would have erased its memory

I texted all my friends to be 

BOLO     (be on the lookout)

My USB had an illustration of a 

Golden Y 

Nothing to do with my name Ubaldo

It had

A terrabyte -or two

As its memory had a thousand pictures

Anonymous faces 

Unlike those seen in police manhunts

Faces and pixellated faces

Provocatively unveiled

That Chuck Close could often paint

And hang with one nail.

I USB U

Love

"CO2 you too!"

She repeated in his dreams

Breathless

Nothing demeaning

My

Sore eyeballs streaming

Over irrecognizable body parts

The FBI  alerted

For a few bitchy bitcoins 

Hidden in the key

Given their wobbly market disequilibrium 

Might as well ask a woodchuck to  estimate their value

You, U USBed me

Love

Your notes  

On giving antibiotics to Bees

 To build hives back better asap

And Bob, your boyfriend, had USBed me

In 2003

All those notes 

Still I failed the degree

Because some of the docs on Bees had no merit 

And some of the docs had less than no merit

I was USBed 

Peed 

Didn't know what to feel

With all the memory overflow.