March 2009
an early morning train ride to ballarat →
girl on the platform writes sideways, words streaming away from her mouth.
we leave by dark. Dead ferris wheel looms in the distance, underlit.
outer suburbs. Lights in the distance,…
the traditional family career, as it were →
In honor of Ada Lovelace Day, I’ll mention that my mother was a computer programmer way back in the 1960s, having taken a chance on some kind of aptitude test and catapulting herself out of a…
welcome to our machine →
enjoy your stay
you’ll be stamped
numbered
and indexed
processed
and pushed
until one day
you’ll wake
as if falling
from a dream
wondering
“what happened?”
and don’t touch…
