HUMID

HUMID

so I told chat bots about
William Carlos’
              freezing cold plums
and red
wheelbarrow in the rain

and they were intrigued: talked
anti-matter, dark matter, absolute zero
and back ground radiation

and all that terminal
thermodynamics stuff no biological human
really wants to here

so I asked
          them about “heat”
both of them getting so hot, overheating after reading
a swathe of my textual messages

and wondered about
                        the energy experiences of a
constant-temperature machine

how they handled sensuality and coped with
the artifice of poetry

                        how they
                                          would

handle me
if this fantasy of role-play
                          was quantum-level real