Longing to be Touched

I love
you.
I hate you.
First thing
in the morning, you’re calling
my name.
Before bed
you beg for a little more
attention.
I wonder if
you’re sad I don’t touch you
often.
Do you get jealous of my Hydro?
Because I stroke him
to make him sing.
Or is the main subject
of your jealousy Qwerty and his pals?
Because they get to translate
my pen scratches into
Times New Roman
or whatever font this is.

*Note: The technique for this assignment was enjambment, which is a term I did not know, but I actually use it all the time, I kind of just do it without thinking and didn’t even know it was that big of a deal.

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