Electric lady luck
My index finger stuck in the socket of this new machine
It startles my brain waves
As a hairdryer dropped in my bath would
I’m still buzzing, blipping, beeping
Was that real?
The mechanics of your words shocked my face bright last night
I waited for every bulb to string from your mouth like Christmas garland
Their enumerable possibilities wrapped around me
Every hair on my body rose like stiff wire
Your hand was iron hot, smoothing every wrinkle in your hair, your skin, your shirt
Our elbows touching on the armrest, I wondered when the machine would falter
I waited for the gears to creak in defiance, for the engine to overheat
But everything worked well-oiled and efficient
So tell me, should we rely on what it seems,
even if we don’t really understand this machine?