“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.