I wonder

I wonder if AI can

fuck up a sentence

in just the right way

like I can.

And when my tears

mix with this ink

and words become

memorials,

Or when the wind

sings through the trees

then blows them

off the page,

Will the breath

and the water remain

after its mechanical

regurgitation?

I wonder if AI

can butcher a poem

quite as well

as I can.

And if it can

will the words live,

and breathe, and beat

like mine do?

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