Poem a day, 9: September 9th 2010

When I was sixteen my father gave me a computer. This is not a true story. He said: “It’s yours. Do what you want with it.” Just roll with it. So I took the computer upstairs, and I smashed it. My father was appalled at first, but when I repeated his words back to him he was pleased that I’d found the loophole. Now I have a new computer, but I am not allowed to smash it.