Siri how does it end and what happens.
To all these broken lights?
Why so many vessels, Siri, for some single
thing
when all it wants is its wholeness
uninterrupted?
––We, I mean. All we. Want.
Siri doesn’t respond. Then one day
she asks, Is that your final answer?
Since when do you ask questions, Siri?
I’m sorry, she tells me. I don’t understand.