She awakens on my lap,
Humming and whizzing as she comes to life.
Her pale white finger points me in the right direction,
And together we explore the world.
Her eyes are bright as she teaches me
Things I couldn’t even dream of.
With a click click and a tap tap tap,
We converse with our friends,
We listen to sweet music,
We create art and literature and poetry as a team,
And just enjoy each other’s company.
And when I whisper “I love you” in the dead of night,
She responds by yelling at me
In a series of beeps and buzzes
To plug her in,
Because she hasn’t been fed in over two hours.
And since it is late and I just can’t be bothered,
She dies.
With a whoosh and a pop,
Her eyes darken
And she’s gone.
At least, until tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
I Try to Be a Poet
Poesía"But since I met you, I've never been good with words..." In which I attempt to write poetry.
