On the Mystical Robotics in the Crystal Economy by Diana Aisenberg
“What is wrong with the lady?”
they ask quietly.
Nothing at all.
Everyone has their own face!
She has hairs
charms
brooches
pearls
feathers.
She has eyes
a fringe
beads
clips
ringlets.
She has a face
caps
tops
lids
and lace.
She has a heart.
“What is wrong with the lady?”
they ask quietly.
Nothing at all.
Everyone has their own face!
I count
the lady’s
beads.
What is she made of?
tell me now
I count
the lady’s
beads.
I count and listen
To what she says.
She blows the beads
off the walls:
“I am made
of all of you.”