ant5

if I’m your

robot you’re my

robot

You’re not entitled.

There’s no problem she can’t solve.

It probably is.

dark enough for

the lights to come on

but not dark

Silver Haze

Blue Dream

Chernobyl

it’s a crow

you don’t

see

every utensil has

a name blue light

keeps us awake

sadly I’m a cyborg

I miss my

superstitions my

spit tells me who I am

you’re the robot

she asks about

the cookie

at least

we both like

Twain