About AI

I want to fill up a notebook

In every state I go to

Whether I stay a day or a week

Even in December

By a pool

Pretending it’s not winter

It’ll be worth worrying

About frostbite

And my crumpled-up

Pages rushing away

Spiraling down a street

I don’t know

Until someone asks me

What I’m doing

And I have to tell them

I’m a writer

And they ask me

About AI and how

I’m going to save up

For retirement

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