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Chatgpt
I wrote you a letter
Then asked ChatGPT to improve it
It was so improved it did not sound like me at all
Like anything I would ever say to you
If I send it will you be impressed by the new me?
Not knowing it was ChatGPT?
Will it change our relationship?
And will you secretly use it to upgrade your response to me?
So that I think you rose to the occasion
Or maybe used ChatGPT yourself?
So while AI is talking to itself
You and I are not entirely comfortable
With each other anymore
Too hard to keep up
A competition instead of a conversation
Till we give up and walk away
Looking for an easier friendship
Le Menu
Amuse-bouche
French air kisses - a delicacy, a light brush of each cheek to be shared with friends of equal sophistication and perhaps pretentiousness that went out of fashion during the Covid epidemic.
Pair with an Hermes handbag and tickets to the Met Gala.
Entrée
Kiss of life - otherwise known as CPR, a forceful exhalation of breath into your expiring victim who will be eternally grateful to be able to move on to the next course as these reservations took 6 months to get.
Pair with mouthwash.
Plat principal
Romantic kiss - preferred by women, let us call it the fish course. Gentle, passionate, cannot be faked. À volonté.
Pair with caresses.
Sexy kiss aka French kiss - preferred by men, let us call it the meat course. Relevé. Deep-throated, devouring, a prelude to a very interesting night indeed.
Pair with silk handcuffs.
For anyone who orders both, this is the person on whose funeral pyre on the Ganges you would throw yourself. Marry them.
Plat du jour
Kust de hand - an antique and courtly gesture of kissing the hand of a woman to whom you are devoted or from whom you wish to obtain a favor.
Pair with breeches that will not split when you bend down so obsequiously.
Fromage
Hickey - this course is often skipped, the mark it leaves is as offensive as the smell of Limburger.
Pair with, oh how would I know?
Dessert
Good-bye kiss - this comes in infinite flavors depending on the occasion, the mood, and whether you care to see them again.
Pair with a handkerchief.
Digestif
Kiss of death - this is the result of overindulgence in the above.
Pair with an ambulance.
Because
If I must be haunted let it be by
The black velvet dress I didn’t buy because
I would never have anywhere to wear it.
The message I never answered because
A week was too long to make me wait.
The song I didn’t get up and dance to because
Everyone else was eating or talking.
The flower I did not leave on your desk because
I didn’t want anyone to notice.
Anything but not picking up the phone the last time
My mother called before she died.
Mean Angels
Did you expect an angel to hover over your first kiss,
Hold you back from that car running over your foot,
Sound trumpets when you finally got promoted?
The mommies and daddies.
But you already have those.
Don’t let the snow hair fool you.
It was only meant to make you look twice,
Look at the black eyes, elemental, fierce.
Now watch him move.
That left hook to an ankle, an earthquake in the Philippines,
The rush to the goal, an avalanche in the Himalayas,
The collision, a final embrace of binary stars.
And then the puck to the right thigh, the scream opens a black hole
In a nearby galaxy.
Sit back and open a can of beer, creation is a blood sport
And you’re going to love every minute of it.
Ghost
Once upon a time thoughts turned into meters and perfume
Airports and cake
We undressed earth right down to her petticoat
Nothing left now but those first thoughts
Wafting in the wind like autumn leaves
Red, orange, yellow
Beautiful, so beautiful, death is so beautiful.
Migration
The map is changing.
Everyone wants to be
Somewhere else
They get there and find
It no longer exists
We are all nowhere now
We do not know who we are
When we discover that
We will rename our lands
Reconsecrate our seas
Baptize our children
Alleluia
Galaxy M104
800 billion suns –
Did God create a sun
And so fall in love with it
He couldn’t stop,
Like a little girl with a big pile of paper
And scissors, singing and cutting out
Endless paper dolls,
Then, tired of this little game,
Dancing off to have a tea party with
Her seven dolls all named Georgia.
Georgi, would you like a cookie?
Why yes, thank you, I think I would.
George, more sugar?
Oh pretty please, lots more.
George, you are spilling.
Oh, I am so so very sorry.
Red dwarfs, black holes, spiraling galaxies,
Leftovers of this mad tea party
Strewn about a mute, uncomprehending
Universe, remnants of a passing fancy,
God’s wave of the hand saying
Look, look at what I can do
And in his loneliness hoping
Mommie will come in and say
Oh, what a clever little thing you are.
Desire
Staring out to sea
He caught me with a glance
Knocked me to my knees
Grabbed me by the hair
Dragged me down the street
Tossed me into bed
Bloodied up the sheets
Kissed my fluttering eyes
Drank deeply from the well
Spread me with his thighs
Rang the secret bell
Whispered in my ear
Baby, I ain’t staying
Came back every night
Now it’s love who’s praying.
Woke me up one night
Said it’s time to go
Watched me from the door
How was I to know
One more kiss he said
Its lying breath was sweet
Swallowed me out of time
Back I cannot reach.
Looks like a kitten even at 19
Also Heien Japan
She loves Paris
Once there were three
Should I?
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