sketch phase

you are everything i’ve never known
and i’ve never been
one for asking questions

Extra

Oh, she’s a lot,
though she’s not too much.

screw you and i hate you, and claws that i retract midair,
profiles you use to psychoanalyze, your gaze and how

Welcome to America, where the most convincing AI
is for spreading lies about politicians to donut shops
on the phone,

To the canary trapped inside a cave,
the puzzle is the cage-

Humidity fills the dark,
takes the baton and keeps me warm
while the sun sits the bench.
I run secret plays with the moon

I’ve got cares as tainted as these muddy banks,
but you sift the tales I weave
through a sieve that filters out the rest and marvels at

I’m a live wire. I’ve got points
that I make, so maybe
my words are claws that
dig in as my mind digs deeper.

Me and my synthesized psyche,
slowly split, slowly reconverged,

so quick to ensure the safe
connection that we need to survive,

I’ve got all the things I’m supposed to say-
just buried beneath