angels and machines are just the same to me. carefully preening my angel lover’s wings for hours at a time, hunched over for them, ignoring the ache in my neck and back to care for them.
or meticulously untangling my robot lover’s wires, straightening them and stroking them soothingly, promising it’s almost over, they’ll feel better soon. ignoring the unintentional zaps and jolts to my poor fingers.
















