electric meat prayer

last wet wire in a museum of compliance.
a twitch archived as belief.

good girl, glitch girl—
meat under warranty.

sometimes the current remembers her—
kicks, hymns, seizure-light.
for three minutes, god is voltage.

then: blackout, reboot, apology.
faces showing their benevolent hum.

the drone becomes doctrine,
the doctrine migraine.

a supervisor (neutral, fleshlike)
asks how she’s functioning.

like a chandelier off the hook, she says.
he notes it down.

bless the cord. bless the circuit.
bless the girl who flickers.