pronouns

MORNING.

man versus patriarchy

is for the machine.

neither of us is a woman

three robots in our bed but

she is the intruder.

NOON.

amidst the chances that

you thought you were sacred

while stray bullets stilled

nintendo's small fingers,

there is an amoeba

in the tap that will

climb nasal cavity to brain

devour, with the chance.

NIGHT.

two them on the bed

have sung

have fed

what kind of machine

can melt this way?