Handles Vs Optical Gadgets

The toilet has flushed by surprise.

Smash, crash, splash your ass!

You leaned a little too forward, far

from finished, although you had shat

and, eyes wide, got surprised.

You try to get back down business and,

just when you have succeeded again,

the toilet flushes again!

Outside the stall are similar problems.

You wave your hands underneath the tap,

not knowing where the sensor is.

Likewise, with the flow of soap,

even hot air and paper towels.

You wave and grope and long for a handle.

Why do they think you dislike handles?

You are old-fashioned.

You have come down from thousands of years

of people in love with handles—

hammers, axes, spears, needles,

pry-bars, toothpicks, a million handles—

and now they abandon them. Why?