Fuckbot AD 2050
I finished building you
and you broke my heart again.
I had the batteries in
backwards.
lunchboxes
Your emotions and mine are like
cobras coiled in lunchboxes.
Hissing bites
washed down
with a Thermos of tears.
Bicentennial Study Hall
It’s 1976 and my cock is a little boy.
Decades later he sits sad and lonely in the college
of desire where walls burn blue
like your eyes.
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