the strange life and new life in death of a sentient car2015-02-17 23:49:10
i was challenged to write a poem about a sentient car so uh here you go
my mother: robot shrill drilling my parts together
while dad and dad and dad and dad
made sinew out of molten metal.
out of the belched black smoke
of a factory womb i rolled
onto trailers overpacked with
siblings only i could see.
i can't forget the smiles
of the men gleaming cold
on showfloor after showfloor eager
to usher another stranger
you found me and i hated you.
you ground me down and stared through me
and only at me to judge and pick and re-
configure. my insides boiled over
at the whim of your careless stomp.
i sang the songs you taught me strangled
over wires and wanted to spit them out.
i saw the
i knew fear and joy and you,
then, more intimately than ever: i held you in
at peace now i rest your tool no longer.
in pieces i am whole; in pieces i am total.