"Automatonophila" by Jessica Piazza, from her book Interrobang (Red Hen Press, 2013)
Love of things that falsely represent a sentient being
You married a marionette for the lumbering way
that she succumbs to teeth. You saw; she sways
and says okay. And she admires the daze
you move in, hydroplaning days away:
exultant accidents. Instead of me,
a blissful wooden girl; a wooden knee
submitted for exhibit. Deadened trees:
the shelter you inhabit. And didn’t we
expect it; eking out animatronic
epochs on the sofa? Both electric—
me with boredom; you ran programs: tricks
for trenchant eyes. Disguised, the lists you ticked
led straight to this. Your love nest: nuts and bolts.
No musts. No lust. No faults, and no one’s fault.
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