Albertina

I called the Computer a coward
for not responding to my voice.
My silk kimono hangs by a Single Screw.
My Housekeeper took it
upon herself to dedicate an entire drawer
to the shredded panties
left behind in ancient accident.

She asks why I don’t replace
the scotch-taped lid on my Coffee Grinder
How can I say in Spanish, Como se llama,
“I’m in love with four lost years, señora.
And the right cup of scotch-taped coffee
Makes my day every day
And I forget about the lid
until the next morning…

It’s boring but rewarding,
It’s good because it’s no longer bad,

My thoughts are taken to Her skinny thighs
My poems are eaten by Her asshole every night…”

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