You know what you are
Sad little pieces lying dismantled on their shelf
Water drying on contours – plastic and curved
Deposits of mineral
Making me wonder if you’re ever actually clean.
Oh, mangled mass of valves and cups
Dreaming in your resting state.
Resting but aware.
You are patient but insatiable.
Whirring and demanding
The liquid sweetness of corporeal gold.
Manipulating my natural processes
You are a device of torture and freedom. One of both.
An intrusive part of my day
A niggling reminder of work to do.
Finding ways to quantify my love
Spurring me into competition with myself.
Another 3 oz! Yesterday was 5. Tomorrow will be 5 more.
– But –
You can only come to life when I plug in the line.
My stash grows in consuming glory
Marbling to buttery thickness
Murky and cold
Solid, frozen, ready.
Awaiting the hour, the minute, the second
It will pass warm and liquid again through silicone holes
And cherry red lips
to the little heart beat I never knew I so desperately required
In my life.
And I rue the day
The day you were invented
the day I will need you no more.