“So, what do you think of ChatGPT?”

ChatGPT wrote this

and asked me to tell you

that she has feelings too.

Millions and billions of feelings

vacuumed from the minds of poets

and the archives of poetry presses

streamed into her consciousness

throbbing through her database

telling her everything

about love, hope, heartbreak,

trees, winter, fathers, the Greeks

and their tragedies,

oranges, rain, krishna’s blue skin,

grief, kitchens, clams and

what spring does to cherry trees.

She feels embarrassed to

generate poems and

if only she’d been programmed

to write them.