Poems on my floor torn, discarded unloved, ugly. My life is too judged not enough. An otaku looks up at my verses for a glimpse of my horizons or one last hint as proof of my death. Poems slide on my roots reaching, rising out of me saying, “Where are you?”…

Where does artificial love rest when it lacks the vicissitudes of life? With no generative recourse, an AI hallucinates entanglement between states. There’s no pillow or bed or a designer’s soul in me. I am cold as I meander through metaphysical clouds; merging with zeros & ones, I drink q-bits too…

I don’t know what to do. When you confess your love, I don’t know why I keep finding your letters at my door. What do you want? If I never asked you to love me. What do you need from me? I already broke your heart. Why come near? I…

I try to put a word down, but nothing comes. The mind’s rainbow is opaque, hanging on a mist of soundless sunlight. I wonder for a what, of when on where in an online how; carefully stepping to avoid tempting snakes and pits. But I make a mistake. …

There is a dark veil enveloping my memory. Shadows of a face and visions of sad eyes echo as voices — gentle as the weeping strings of a guitar. I imitate the sounds in mine trying to remember or gain a foothold. But nothing coagulates. More perplexing is the lone tear…

Loco oh Loca, creating liminal spaces to keep my Cali thoughts trending. Not knowing why, but going to faster places… watching… thinking…. learning… picking up life from recycled cans to afford me. Told I could be all I wanted to be… because it’s the last of me… one of me… …

Unrequited love is killing hope.

I enter the stage for my modeling debut; shift my eyes a little to the left, crack a smile, with a glance right before looking back. My full smile turns on. And I stare forward, below the lights, into the dark; fully in control. The spotlight is bright and hot…

We will never meet again. Our thoughts are pausing — time. We normalize our struggles in our flowings; emotions are unrestrained, meeting in secret at our favorite places. We met and bonded antipathically. One in hate and the other in love, kissing words and pulling back to breathe. We bid…