Fleshing Out the Text (Draft 1)

They were walking text-makers
and emoji hunters, but

the last neat text said
meet on Main Street.

Looking down
on opposite sides
they were crossing when
he got hit by a truck.

He was dying as
his circuit boards
splayed out of his body

She said aloud,
“You’re a robot?”

He said,
“Yes, aren’t you?”

She took out a pocket knife
cut open a vein, and
bled to death.