Compressed Air Dust Can

It's been five days

since I last blew cold air

across your keyboard,

erupting dust and cat hair

into a tornado swirl

all around your desk.

You used to use me daily,

but then after awhile

I started getting sick-

sputtering and wheezing-

functioning at 10%.

At first, I thought it would pass.

I watched you catch the flu

a month ago and you bounced

right back, but I never

seemed to recover.

I kept getting weaker

and the dust felt too heavy

for me to blow, so you

set me aside as if to hide

my lackluster performance,

and I watched in horror

as a new blue can replaced me.

Now I'm all alone

in the bottom of your waste bin

listening to the hiss

of a new mistress,

and I'm feeling awfully

empty inside.