This was written for a graded poetry assignment I had last year. It’s about love and computers and stuff, enjoy.



We are transformed, a damaged device.
Eroding and erasing precious memory

As we become frantic in repair.
A virus spreads.

Distorting what we once described as intimacy.

This heart is corrupted and cannot be opened.

Unload and drive hard into another user.
Multimedia abuser.

Small, square teeth viciously bite
in the face
of a blank interface
Hosting. Hostile. Harmful. Hacks.

System error. Message not sent.
Incorrect format.
Please re-insert disk.

‘Bash it, that usually works’
‘You can’t just turn it on and off again. It’s broken’
dragged willingly towards deleted items.

System reboot required.

New update available.



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