Fossil Record Of A Lap Top Lover Poem by Dónall Dempsey

And so I have come
to inherit the well worn one
(the one that moans and groans when
it starts up)

whilst you inhabit
the newer one
(the one that purrs itself into being) .

Both of us
nudely typing
in bed

with only a lap top
to cover our naughty bits.

You a junkie to the Internet
me just sniffing...surfing it up.

And here(so precious & rare)
the fossil of a tit

where your tit
would hit & hit against it

leaving this fossil record
of your right tit and the Internet-ing it
has seen.

So perfectly preserved
I rub the shadow of it

and it almost feels like
the real thing.

It's always
the first thing I touch

to turn the machine on
who knows...

they will be able
to clone you

from this lovely
shadow

& then
when I tire of typing

there's always
...the real thing.