Charles V. Chambila's "The Screen" is about the empty habit of checking a phone. The speaker talks directly to "you," walking through the motions: press the button, watch the bright light, scroll across the cold glass. Nothing in particular is being looked for, which is why the reader "doesn't know what to tap on."
The tone is dry and teasing, almost like a friend rolling their eyes at you. The speaker mocks the hope of a notification ("Not happening, no not now") and says there is no party here, only tired millennials waiting for celebrity gossip or short videos. The joke in "Breaking news! / There is nothing new there" is that the so-called news changes nothing.
Underneath the humor, the mood is flat and a little lonely. The smooth, cold surface suggests something that gives no real warmth back. The poem ends with a quiet instruction: press the button again, let the screen go dark, and maybe sleep. It reads as both a joke and a gentle push to switch off.