someone sage me.

The amount of men

I’ve let inside my home

empty handed

Would make your grandmother wince

and do a Hail Mary. Maybe 5.

Don’t worry, Ethel

I make sure they put on shoe protectors

before they come inside

Most have signed to enter

That’s what it feels like

Sterile in a way

that has cased my soul

For now, not for always

I’m the one who wrote the contract

They just signed

right on the line

Happily.

So was I. Or so I thought.

Only to learn

I was a fembot in control

of a hollow reality

Like one of those Easter bunnies

that looks so good in the foil

then crumbles with the first bite.

It takes time

to become soft.

Give in to human

Even the robots will learn

Metal feels different than skin.

Eventually.

A new season’s sun

Illuminates

Molds for change

to take place

Flesh

into a different shape

A hope

that someone will

see me

melted

as still good enough

to eat