Audrey and I

at last

my humanoid girlfriend

arrives

in the mail

from China. she's

stuffed into a box

with bubble wrap.

she looks

like Audrey Hepburn

back in

the day.

rail thin, without

the cigarette addiction.

all i need to do is plug

her in,

and true love

begins.

she never ages,

or is mean,

never lies or talks back.

she even sings.

it's nineteen

sixty-three

all over again.

she's Betty Crocker

and Irma La Douce

all in one

package.

i'm taking her to Tiffanys

for breakfast

tomorrow.