Sometimes, I get myself to a zoo
Whenever I’m not sure what to do with myself, or after I’ve already done things with myself and I feel a little melancholy, which science tells us is like, normal, ok?, I ask, “Now what would a vulnerable looking robot do?”
Then I get myself to a zoo, you know? Go for a ride on a lion. Respectfully, of course. But goddamn if that’s not how we do it. You know? You do.
I miss you is what I’m saying.