To An Android Lover

By Holly Lisle

© 1990, by Holly Lisle
All Rights Reserved

Shall I compare you to my microwave?
You are reliable where it is not
It often leaves my food too burned to save
But when I want you hot, my love, you’re hot
Nor can the television be your equal
With reruns, dreary game shows, mindless soaps
I hope we’ll never see another sequel
Unless it’s through our rifles’ cross-haired scopes
And men of flesh will change and slowly fade
And lose possession of their strength and grace
But you, who in man’s finest image are made
Will never have a wrinkle touch your face

Your passion and your lust often bewitch
But I like you best because of your off switch.*


What can I say? I was in a very dark place in my life when I wrote this.

*To an Android Lover, previously published in Aboriginal SF Jul/Aug 1990

SHORT FICTION & POETRY SUBMENU


Another world is mine that none else see (poem) | Armor-ella (complete short story) | Bad Bottle (complete short story) | Kate (poem) | Life, Well Lived, Will Weep (poem) | Light Through Fog (first chapter) | One View from Shadow (poem) | Pensive Ruminations on Impermanence in a Technophilic World (poem) | Perfect Word (poem) | Promise to the Fallen | Rewind (first chapter) | Strange Arrivals (first story) | The Lovely Man, the Mysterious Box, and Marge (complete story) | To An Android Lover (poem) | To Futz Around with Metric Beat and Time; or, Would We All Be Hacks To Shakespeare? (poem)

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