I treat my objects like they are women I love:
with care, concentration, admiration, and hugs.
People wonder if life after death exists
but never second guess life before birth
So what’s the difference?
That of people and things?
Or better yet listen to technology sing:
It Smells Like Teen Spirit
is really a thing.
There’s a ghost in the shell beyond and before
your ego drop landed our earthly floor.
I flirt with technology,
but she started it:
tap-ah type-ah double-click.
I love my things
and I love my life
a worthy wife.