Jurassic Technology

There is a room of model mobile homes
sand and glue mixed in a tin can
lightbulb held in in the toe of black stockings

Forks run under warm water
mugs kiss and crash
A plate scraped clean
A bed made dirty
mugs kiss and crash
clink and whisper
trying to fit
where there won’t be enough space

It’s been years since I stood here alone
allowed myself to slink between
portraits of border collies in space gear
to become the magnet at the room’s center
it’s been years since I stood here
but the mugs kiss and crash
clink and whisper
just as they always have

Can sound be stretched
saltwater taffy in latex fingers
the more times it’s repeated?

A woman set up a tape recorder
and did her dishes as planned
Now, I stand beside her
sand and glue hair
mechanical shoulders
trying to fit
where there won’t be enough space

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