Tuesday, August 27, 2024

THE WORST THING

That ruthlessly efficient 
and self-aware AI;

that conquering race 
of aliens whom are surely 
on their way—

the worst thing will be 
if they don't chuckle
at our jokes. 

Not because of the way 
in which certainty 
hinges on understanding, 

but because 
of how we laugh 

at what frightens us 
the most.

*

The morning after 
almost felt 

like a 
software update reboot—except, 

no tutorial 
to explain what was new 

or gentle invitations 
to update my system preferences. 

No, 
I am not lonely; yes, 

it is 
better like this: 

your absence 
continues 

to supplement 
my presence.