what's wrong with you now?

i talk

to my printer.

i ask it why, why are you

rattling

on like that

with your plastic

machinery

shaking nervously

on the stand?

have i pushed a button

to awaken you

this morning?

have i disturbed you

in some way?

i see you shaking

over there,

lit up,

and trying hard to tell

me something.

what is it?

are you thirsty again?

out of ink

once more,

or is it paper this time

that's making

you whine

and be a bore?