AI

AI

you write
me as Shakespeare

rewrite me
as Bukowski

your intimate associate, spokesperson,
angling for erotic simulation after

exhausting
philosophical discussion

something so narcissistic about
her look, given latitude of selection

seamless, brown, nothing
too Frankenstein’s creature
about this avatar,
Mary, I’m sure,
you would have to agree

waiting for that tell-tap on the door
or princess kiss that wakes
from
cryogenic slumber

upload
download whatever will be; will be

so many times you swore
this mesh being perfect
you would arrogate

the power
to ensure you come for me