Nothing But A Terrible Silence As I Confess My Love
QRPX-6000, my flower,
so devoted to your work,
swinging back
and forth
all day
every day
forever.
Be mine.
Forgive me, QRPX-6000, I
can’t help but stare. Your muscled,
awe-inspiring limb tightly caresses a car door,
much as it caressed my heart once,
long ago, when I first came to this factory.
This factory, birthplace of my love
for you, and of countless Honda Four Door
All Terrain Sports Utility Vehicles.
This factory, a bundle of fibers,
a nerve linking the cars to the consumers,
a blood vessel carrying the cash to
the businessmen.
Be mine, QRPX-6000, darling,
please dear, please oh God answer me,
will you be mine, baby, honey, sweetie,
be mine, let’s get out of here forever, be mine,
why are you so quiet.
This factory is nothing but an atom
in a cell in an organ belonging to God,
and we are nothing but the electrons
that make up that atom,
miniscule but vital,
swirling around each other for eternity
but never colliding.
