alfie lee writing


personal computing

dare i say it? there i've said it. derelict. out-of-
style, not too-gone broken but
broken enough. flit by, fleeting,
corner of your eye. don't

ask me why. if i knew i
would fix it or wear it with flair,
perhaps show you some clips or highlights
in my hair. i have no

clue. what does one do when it comes
to these matters? i think i'm falling
                             love. lying on the side

walk, grey hollowed-out carcass,
Mac Color Classic, 4 MB memory, all-in-one, once
cutting edge, yet not quite antique, someone's
tried to make a fishtank out of it.


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