Judy T. Oldfield
An app that measures the density of bones.
An app that projects a hologram who waits for you in line.
An app that revises your Facebook updates before you post, adjusting for nuance, deleting verbosity, writing yourself true and clear.
An app that pulses the beats of your favorite dance songs against your thigh when you are in meetings.
An app that bridges the distance between you and your future self, so you can look in her eye and gain the wisdom of the years between you.
An app that screams into the void for you.
An app that wraps you in a metaphorical blanket and brings you metaphorical hot chocolate on stark white days of winter.
An app that wraps you in an actual blanket and brings you actual hot chocolate on stark white days of winter.
An app that tells your boss that you want a raise, that you deserve better, that you see, you, here, up here, are a person with talent and worth.
An app that feels like the blurred fluttering of a bird’s wing against spring cherry blossoms.
An app that waters and talks to your plants in soothing whispers when you are too hungover to move your tongue or get out of bed.
An app that makes you taller.
An app that filters out all catcalls and street harassment, and allows in only sunlight, honesty, and mesmeric glass-paned skyscrapers.
An app that keeps your fruit from spoiling before you have the chance to enjoy it.
An app that remembers the last thing your father said to you on the phone before his heart seized and you flew home and buried him and flew back again and resumed your life and grieved and aged year by year.
An app that answers all of your emails politely.
An app that brings to mind the salty-sweet taste of pistachio gelato and all of its associated memories.
An app that makes you a good person.
An app that makes you whole.
About the Author: Judy T. Oldfield’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Portland Review, JMWW, Dirty Chai, and The Pinch (online feature), among others. She earned her B.A. in English and Comparative Religion from Western Michigan University. An adventurous eater, Judy has dined on rotten shark in Iceland and tarantula in Cambodia. She lives in Seattle.