Posts Tagged Robot
to tell the truth for me,
to bear my emotional state
only for the other robots, so I
can act as if I can handle life
with none of the pressure of
radical anxieties shoving knives
at the insides of my skin, to
smooth over my past, make me
forget, erase my regret, show me
that today I might be human enough.
to cover the streets I run
with hot caramel, helping stop
the best people and he, the robot,
could look like me, but
everything about him would
be loving, gracious serenity.
I’d be fooling the best
people while I read the
best books about what it’s like
to live, too afraid to do it.