computer consumables

Yesterday’s post touched on domesticity and cleaning, so I think this is as good a time as any to post this poem.


My laptop

is a messy eater. Each morning

I find tell-tale crisp crumbs


between its square white teeth


cracker fragments and

the improbably orange powder

of industrial snacks.

It’s happy

sat atop a take-out pizza box

and olive stones have never yet

upset its equilibrium.

It’s anchored

to the desk by coffee rings

and gin-and-tonic lemon juice

has glued the disc drive shut.

Pass me

a paper towel and I will wipe

that smear of melted chocolate

from the space bar                   lip.

Remember: Don’t confuse the narrator with the writer. You may have seen the photo of a dreadfully dirty keyboard the other day, but you should not assume that this poem is in any way based on real life!!

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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