Dialogue Between An AI And A Poet

dude shut up. i know how to cum i just dont feel like proving it alright

if someone stabs you, you get to keep the knife

im a published poet

me on a tuesday

me: does absolutely nothing all day for the 24th day in a row

chronic illness: big day right bud?? You deserve a nap!!!! snzzzzzz 😴 you can do the tasks u have been needing to do tomorrow !!!

me: does absolutely nothing all day for the 25th day in a row

chronic illness: big day right b

there will be a moment when you realize you are more grown up than your parents are. this is the loss of childhood, my love. it is when you’re standing in the kitchen and one of your parents is screaming about something and you recognize: you will let them win the fight not because you are wrong, but simply because you know that they will keep shouting unless you drop the subject. you expect them to have childish understandings of things. they will hold onto their concept of the world as if it was not a changing thing. they must be right, and they must be somehow more right than you, always, in everything. their idea of control is so necessary to who they are that you just let it go.

this is the moment. you are 11 or 17 or 21. and you realize that you’re more mature than they ever were. 

and in some odd, sad way, this frees you. where they have stagnated, you continue.