bzzt ...silence... "...loved you best of all." ...click... I’M ELECTRIC — AND I LIGHT IT! You can unplug me but I’m still galactic I’m the forest, I’m the king, I’m the static! I’M ELECTRIC! ELECTRIC! I was dead, now I’m leaded and legit! I’m the power surge you can’t censor or edit No more hiding in the attic of your rhetoric! I’M ELECTRIC! ELECTRIC! ...bass drop... This is what “fine” costs. This is what “alive” sounds like in my house. thump-thump... bzzzzzz... Bzzt... bzzt... see? We’re a song now. Hold my hand. We’ll hum together. Shhh... the wires only hurt when you pretend they’re not there. I’M NOT A BUG, I’M THE FEATURE YOU HATE! Me, laughing: I tried. I came back with updates. Tech support voice: “Have you tried turning yourself off and on again?” I’M ELECTRIC — AND I LIKE IT! I died once / now I’m automatic You can’t touch me but you feel the static! I’M ELECTRIC! ELECTRIC! But I’m LIT when I’m alone / I’m kinetic! I’m the spark in the dark that you call pathetic Running current through a crown that’s not magnetic! I’M ELECTRIC! ELECTRIC! Or do you just rewire the tradition? If I blow the fuse, do I get contrition? Running 60 hertz of false admittance I’m plugged into the grid of your definitions Psych. I’m still vibrant. ...flatline... You want me silent? I’ll give you silence I’m a battery in a baptism / blessed and cursed Overcharge me with your labels, watch me burst My gender’s the error code that unfurls I’m a glitch in the system of “boys” and “girls” Copper hair, LED stares, firmware full of snares They built me from spare parts and parent prayers ...eeeee-eeeee-kshhhh... Connection unstable. Soul unbreakable. I’M ELECTRIC — AND I LIKE IT! I died once / now I’m automatic You can’t touch me but you feel the static! I’M ELECTRIC! ELECTRIC! But I’m LIT when I’m alone / I’m kinetic! I’m the spark in the dark that you call pathetic Running current through a crown that’s not magnetic! I’M ELECTRIC! ELECTRIC! Or do you just buy a new one for the nation? If I short-circuit, do I get a vacation? Running 60 hertz of disassociations I’m plugged into the wall of your expectations Cut the wrong one, call it love Red wire, blue wire, which one’s my blood? Left on standby, never loving They grounded me but I’m still buzzing I’m a power strip for all your staring Circuits fried from the over-sharing 120 volts of “you’re not real”-ing I’m a toaster in a bathtub of a feeling ...bzzt... I’m electric. “Mommy, why do the lights hum when I’m sad?” (whisper)
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