she got legs
and i am thankful
that i got three
hands helping to put out a fire
made in the beginning
where i came out seeing limbs first
and have since been going in the reverse
trying to reclaim my sight
but it is too light here
with her legs reflecting rays
and my baby face bruised with alcohol and age
and those other short stubby bugs
who came before then was then
people like myself because of mom because of dad because of
not her there
years of humanity in the making
walking on the world that rolls her way
my balls itch
they are oblong
*
fuck is in our dna
which is why we’ve made a robot
who can feel emotions
and i think
how sad
and they tell me it is happy to be joining us today
and i think the question of the future
is not whether humans can trust robots
but whether they can trust us
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