A robot falls in love.
A robot falls in love with a curling iron.
The robot takes to watching romantic comedies
And leaking visual lubricant upon hearing certain sappy love songs;
All the while
Caught up in daydreams of how,
Where there is beauty,
She enhances it--
And to the straight and dull,
She brings panache and style.
But could she love a robot?
Could she love someone genderless?
Could she love
Someone not covered under warranty?
If the robot could shrink,
And hide among the cotton balls and band aids at night,
Then the robot might hear her sighing in her sleep,
Saying, "Dreamy robot!
Come and get me!"
The robot spends its nights folded for easy storage
Among the coats and boots
In the front closet
Set to standby mode,
The robot dreams Rapunzelian dreams
In which the beloved little curling iron
Is always warm
And close at hand.