The Xerox Machines Lose Their Will to Live
First they made copies of body parts:
hands, then buttocks, toes, and breasts.
We thought this was intimacy, but they left
after copying their resumes, didn’t come back.
Whispers of layoffs, confirmed when cubicles grew
empty, when fires were set to garbage cans stuffed
with what we’d made. Anarchy, once the vending machines,
too, were emptied. The strong ate the weak,
then the strong died of food poisoning.
The building went dark. We didn’t know why—
maybe they’d tired of objects. This seemed logical,
as objects, too, grow tired of objects.
The Full Nelson Wishes to Speak
but is humble, workmanlike.
If not occupied, he’d teach
the proper way to hook an arm
and clasp the neck.
Colette Arrand is currently pursuing a PhD in English Literature from the University of Georgia. Originally from Dearborn, Michigan, she now resides in Athens, Georgia. She is a poet and an essayist whose work has appeared in a number of literary magazines, including Hobart, BOAAT, and The Atlas Review. She has been writing about popular culture since 2006, and her work has received notice from Roger Ebert and UpRoxx Media’s With Leather. She launched Fear of a Ghost Planet in 2011, and has since launched or maintained a number of projects on Tumblr. Those include Date with a Wrestler, Heathcliff Explained, and Wrestling Fashion. She can be followed on Twitter @gh0stplanet.
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