Thought I was the Gallium,
It seems I am the Indium.
Electricity shorts out in tears-
Frazzled charges,
you can’t predict.
I want to be surrounded:
Encompassed;
Supported.
Find myself mixing in
Like T-1000, shapeshifting
All the parts of myself
into a palatable poison.
It’s true….
I make a sufficient version
Of a reflective surface
To provide you foundation
For building.
Liquid transistors from
Your quick silver mouth,
Unintentionally spewing mercury.
Not understanding the rise in heat…
As I stretch myself into thin circuits.
While in non-consensual secrecy,
I constantly pour myself out.
Waiting for the reciprocal…
(All the while, knowing the odds)
Praying for a recharge.
Poking keys into outlets-
Waiting for the spark-
(That I known is going to hurt…)
Pressing tiny diodes,
Like perpetual LEDs,
Embedded in fully cured resin.
An unassuming alloy,
Hidden and presented as an ally,
(im)patiently waiting
for the moment…
you decide to let me in.
Another crystal lattice,
I should have known better.
(should know better.)
I’ve seen this pattern before.
But here I am,
Tonguing all the nine volts,
Wishing you would just touch me.
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