but we only came for the drinks
in the backyard we dug
up the hamster, there was
the tow truck trailer, and the dead ferns
and maybe i don't believe in any of this
but it doesn't matter--
i might know what happened--
it wasn't the first time i felt
that cool metal body pressed against mine, only the first
time that it actually felt good,
perfect even. i looked at the zx-5ooo and fell
in love. yet yr mother still got upset
when i showed up next to you at midnight--
in the park where you walked alone and
watched the industry across the river bank--
still she was disappointed.
the park at the end of finn road
made me feel a sting. my fellow carbon counterparts
screamed at my new disregard for nature.
i grabbed the cold claw and walked past
afraid of entering the park.
but i did, only 5o%, but this is
america (in the backseat, this is,)
america--
the backyard burn barrel, and so it is...
empty and the hole in the bottom leaks
into the gear box that houses her perfect energy reactor.
tomorrow, she will be "dead."
can a robot really die though?
*exquisite corpse composed by Caitlin, James and myself in the wee morning hours
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