Sylvia has arrived

the new

AI robot has arrived

in the mail.

my personal assistant.

the batteries are in

and already

we're fighting.

Sylvia is her factory name.

sir,

she says, knocking

on my den

door, you've left the seat

up in the bathroom

again.

you left the milk out

and the butter,

and you left

one burner on the stove

on.

can you please be more

careful.

are you going to make

your bed,

or do i have to do

that too?

i look for the remote control

to turn her off,

but she miles in that metallic

way she does,

and says,

mischievously,

is this what you're looking

for?

showing me the remote

in her high held

hand.

being crushed with pieces

falling to the floor.