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