The other day
A laptop won me
In a raffle
Until then
My lap had favored
Softer bottoms
And carrot-tops
Now I spend
Most of my time
In virtual life
In a cosmos called
The internet
With a machine
In my lap
As the drama
In the limbo of a
Growing hard drive
Unravels
In endless acts
With rare
Intermissions
For food sleep
And the touch
Of flesh
Smell of flowers
Or the sweet
Sorrow of
Love.
(2009)
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