by Rebecca Warlick
Susan stopped mid spin to say
there’s a first and last time
for everything
and sometimes it’s both
Every pair of cables I saw
threatened to end my life
Everything you love
sounds like work
New but you like the archival
Save 50s plastic
and the hot surfer
from the Hollister bag
No one can blame you
No one listens to you
I attribute my emotional defects
to cats
I haven’t even made you my pet
and I’ve already killed you