Mai Noda

I am Mai Noda's strawberry iMac Switch on my screen A strawberry coloured Apple computer Also in green I sit in the gloom of this little room Emitting a luminous hum Deep in my pink Translucent sleep Waiting for Mai to come home This is our world, iMac and Mai Here in our room Body and mind and industrial design Under the moon Translucent and pink I sit on the table Designed by the Englishman Ive A few sparks of static make my screen crackle As I come alive I rise from my deep translucent sleep Mai sits there reading a book Mai takes a bath And when she's clean Mai reads Queneau, Bataille and Celine This is our world, iMac and Mai Here in our room One human being and her machine Together alone Bare on her flat tatami mat Mai turns the page Lost in her dream Lithe as a cat With thoughts that are strange Mai turns to me And I see Her face in the frame of my screen She looks like a goldfish Voluptuous and naked Golden and green This is our world, iMac and Mai Here in our room The crackling of Bebop on chunky black vinyl A modem negotiates the line Her favourite PostPet, a small yellow rabbit Brings Mai her mail Outside the rain, the sweet summer rain Falls on the wall This is our world, iMac and Mai Here in our room One human being and her machine Under the moon