just another something morning
writing poetry on white ceramic mugs
with his mother's pinkest lipstick
the cup empties onto his front
circuits buzz and hum and steam up
in his lap like a forest fire
he tries to cry but the voice box
is the first to go this time
he decides he should learn to cry
about things that don't break him
he cries when he leaves the repair shop,
says he'll miss eddy the repair guy
too much to stand it in the end
he cries until they take him back
because he's overclocked his battery
he gives up crying,
but perfects the art of sulking.
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