she and I
sit across the table
in the morning
bearing the silence
of another new year
separated
and yet living quietly
under the same roof
we used to share
a ripe pomegranate
she can’t stand me
even in a photo
bits and pieces
of our honeymoon
drifting into the dark
Atlas Poetica, 21, 2015
A Room of My Own: AI and Redundant Souls Tanka
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the AI
lists redundant souls
no one speaks
while packing cardboard boxes
under unblinking lights
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my haiku sequenc...
