my MacBook is old,

a mongrel,

cobbled with different parts

of other MacBooks by a computer genius,

and introducing itself as rebuilt to the highest

of Apple standards.

when I say old, I don’t mean

as old as rock, or Madonna, but

old, relative to the new, zippy MacBooks

on sale at the Apple Store in Providence.

those are real nice and as shiny as Gavin Newsom.

but they're real expensive, too. 

my MacBook performs its daily tasks

with occasional miscalculations, such as

typing the letter “C” in a word sometimes

a “V” appears, and if it wasn’t

for “spellcheck” I’d be screwed.

but at this stage in the show-of-shows I no longer

try to explain away the errors by blaming my old,

exhausted, near death MacBook.

but on the bright side,

there’s a good chance it will outlive me.