Bot Trip Treet
I
don’t want
to call you
my grandmother.
You appear human,
You are just a machine,
programmed to act like nana.
Electric flows through you, not blood.
Brother and sister love you. I don’t.
Based on the short story “I Sing the Body Electric” by Ray Bradbury
Robert Pettit
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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