On the Gatesian Portello

The perfect operating system

Appeared yesterday at midnight.

She has a jewelled navel and,

With archly pointed pedality,

Limns the flatted calf while

Dancing in all the other keys

That dangle from night's waist.

No clef's too wide for her

To bridge, nor coda too abstruse.

I sent her out to peddle dreams:

She'll be back -- a billionaire.

- David W. Mitchell

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