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I'm haunted by a toaster ghost (by Josh Mandel)The Breville Bit More Two Slice Die Cast Toaster that
I contemplated purchasing last Saturday
now sits in purgatory, doomed to rattle in
the cage of unexpiring virtual shopping cart.
This chrome monstrosity is undeterrable --
pops up behind each news feed and between
the paragraphs of every blog post to remind me of
its tenuous connection to the living world.
It senses me through cookies and device
identifiers, analytics networks and their webs of inference,
leaps out through real-time bidding systems into every browser tab.
Those ghoulish toaster tendrils are robotic and unfaltering.
I worry now the habit's so ingrained that even if I try
to make amends and execute the purchase it will haunt me still.
[selected from poems/paragraphs]
(who the heck... ?)