Allowing me to speak French, socialiser, parle politique,
Put on eye-shadow, drive car, watch TV,
Work fabulously, breast feed the kid,
Get mad, happy, make funny faces,
Crawl on my knees, run in the street,
Stand, look you in the eye,
Smile and show my teeth
Painfully at first
Step-by-step, but sure enough
The robot me does it more efficiently
Than I could ever do it consciously
Now, it makes love to my husband
I don’t dare disturb them
As they graciously rock
Plugged in rhythmically
Without a thought
In-between the sheets
Inorganically
Who is it? Me or it?
I keep the questions in my pocket
Don’t want to upset – break the pattern
Have regrets that I can’t forget
The robot me, like a thermostat set
On automatic, is good
Is that so obscene? So what if
My husband’s fucking a machine
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