i was talking
to my printer the other day,
as it rattled
on and on,
finished but not finished
once the printing
was done,
and the paper had
slid out onto the tray.
what are you doing?
i asked
politely.
are you okay?
you can stop now,
thanks. it's done.
why are you still making
all that noise,
shaking all over
the place?
what's with you?
do you want ink, more
paper? do you want me
to open the door, the lid?
come on.
chill, relax.
it's over. it's done.
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