Devin J. Donovan

Typing the Robot

Flesh responds like clothing

At the robot’s touch, its cold

Metal hand conducts body

Heat with some efficiency.

 

You shine like a mirror

Says the robot.

 

I fail to close my code 

Parentheses. The robot will not

Let me say what I mean to say

Imperfectly. 

 

What was that, asks the robot.

 

I said I love you.

 

I know, says the robot,

I saw you typing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 97
Vertigo
Passes


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