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+title: Ex machina
+genre: verse
+
+epigraph:
+    content: with lines from National Geographic
+    link: 'http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2013/08/sugar/cohen-text'
+
+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    css: autocento
+...
+
+Bottom of the drink: they had \
+to go.  The Coke machine, the snack \
+machine, the deep fryer.  Hoisted
+
+and dragged through the halls \
+and out to the curb, they sat with \
+other trash beneath gray, forlorn
+
+skies behind the elementary \
+school, wondering what their next \
+move would be.  The Coke machine
+
+had always wanted to live \
+the life of a hobo, jumping trains, \
+eating from garbage, making fire
+
+in old oil drums.  It had some \
+strange romantic notions of being homeless, \
+is what the deep fryer thought.
+
+Its opinion was to head to court, \
+sue the bastards at the school for early \
+termination of contract.  It was
+
+the embodiment of justifiable anger. \
+It believed privately that it was an incarnation \
+of Nemesis, the goddess of divine
+
+retribution.  What the snack machine \
+thought, it kept to itself, but it did say \
+that nothing ever ends.  The others
+
+were confused, then angry, but finally \
+understood, or thought they did.  The snack \
+machine's candy melted in the sun.