I USED TO CURL UP NEXT TO RUMBLING MACHINES
WITH SPINNING DISCS AND CLANKING FANS BLAZING
A BOX FULL OF METAL AND PLASTIC
THE UMBILICAL CORD TUNNELING THROUGH THE WALLS
MY CONNECTION TO THE WORLD
I LAY IN SOCKS AND A THREADBARE SHIRT
MY BED IS A MATTRESS UNDER THE DESK
PULSING ELECTRICITY LULLS ME TO SLEEP
I USED TO THINK MACHINES WERE INFALLIBLE
I USED TO WANT TO BE A MACHINE
MY PARETS REPLACEABLE, INTERCHANGEABLE
MADE OUT OF MACHINE BITS
MY MACHINE DIED.
THE POWER BOX FAILED.
THE DRIVES GROUND TO A HALT.
THE LIGHTS WENT DIM.
WHO WILL HUM ME TO SLEEP NOW?