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February 10, 2007
i emptied out all of my drawers, and counted twenty-seven used batteries. there were six used batteries on the floor. two in my coat pocket; three in my purse. there were five on a table down the hall, and ten in a box that i emptied out while i was looking for paint.
i emptied seventeen of them out into a trashcan.
your disgarded gold and black remains.

i grive now, for your faults. you were only battery-powered, darling. you were temporary, unimpressive, and weak.
you are a trail of dead metal;
magnets and corrosive slime.
we were not electric, that was a lie.