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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.
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