Morning coffee is computer.
Single origin microchips,
binary pour-over brewing
a bitter data flow of
faux liquid processing
power. Perfect pairing to
a motherboard of digital
eggs and encrypted sourdough.
Clothes are computer.
Oxford shirt a firewall
of ones and zeroes. Pleated
khakis downloading
terabytes of RAM,
pocket square matched
via algorithm to foulard tie
lined with ripples of code.
Even dog now computer.
His yaps mechanical,
yips robotic, little
industrious hips
whirring and buzzing
like a dial-up modem,
chasing his cybernetic ball,
forever cached in the cloud.