#holy robots

how am I

to reconfigure

the robot,

a docile automaton

bringing a lemon cut in two

on a metal plate

and giving it to me with a bow

rust does not give it to straighten its backbone

(this generation of robots

has excellent skeletons)

what new tune should I give it,

Rusting

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I received the best birthday gift ever! My copies of Vasilina Orlova’s English publications happened to arrive on my birthday!

Another day spent turning hard pages Of incunabula in vain attempts to tame a succubus, Day spent gulping spoonfuls of Fine dust Instead of demanding your kisses, Dimming light, In shadows of lenient, drooping succulents. My fair share of days aired with impossible grandeur, Of lack, regret, and sweet anguish, Aerated blood, Flashing agonies, Like dashing silver and scarlet fish, Days full of stops upon entrance, displaced Egresses, a want I never unleashed, Save several spirits of lilied light-pawed tigresses, Escaping and dispersing in silence and amidst Silences.