Yesterday was Sunday...

Yesterday, it was Sunday.
And I did like everyone else.
I prepared it,
I put on its warm clothes.
And then I took it to the park
and sat next to the mothers.

I opened the zipper of the leather bag a little
and caressed
its smooth, sweaty face.
I held it inside there
and I was ashamed
-like a monster.

And then I did
the shameful thing.
I took it out, the poor thing,
the anemic, exhausted one,
and I used it.

The 3.2 gigahertz speed
and the 160 of its hard drive,
and the keys
that I carefully clean with a special cleaner.

Coffee,
Sugar,
Pasta
And not to forget
To buy it a new battery.