the coke machine

The Coke machine refuses to give up
its cans and no
one seems
able
to fix it. The contraption lights
the room
and hums a hummy sound, but
refuses to
capitulate. Repairmen
come and go and come and go
and come and go,
again – sometimes the
same one. All admit her
fixed, or at least ready
to dispense and
disperse. But neither
occur. It’s as though she has a mind
of her
own. Yes,
her own.