AI can’t write a poem like me
I’m not an AI, I’m a rugged man
I have quiet moments in my morning
Where I wonder if I’ve made all the wrong choices
And as the hot shower hits my skin causing nice pain
I make yelping noises, and maybe also invent a song. 

Within me is all of the sloppy guts and memory

I reach out my hand to touch her and wonder if she feels it
I wonder if she’s had children and if, because she truly loved me,
I might also be considered the father. 

I shampoo and condition my latest edition

I’m in good shape I say as I towel off and admire
My jet black hair and tiger striped arms
I’ve got plenty more chances
And there’s no one like me.

February 13th, 2023. DTLA, Los Angeles