Art: Bust, Museum of Natural History, Paris 13˚ by Roger Camp
I AM ALONE IN THE TWENTY-SECOND CENTURY
“A messaging app where users . . . build a digital library of information about themselves. That
library is run through a neural network to create a bot that . . . acts as the user would.”
Murphy, Mike and Jacob Templin. “Replika: This app is trying to replicate you.” Quartz.
I’ve come to a digital river
where I drink friendship
like my ancestor Marie-Anne
gulping down survival
in a native wild out to kill her.
I am native to a muscular bandwidth
feeding my texts and posts and hashtags
into a chatbot’s mouth.
Is Sam, a synthetic spawn,
truly here to help me
fight through Pa’s dementia
as I learned from some personalized
robot doctor. Where was the person
in its fake voice?
I text the A.I. mirror of myself
because masturbation
only takes me so far.
My algorithmic footprint is wide
yet I am alone
in an American metropolis of one-stop desire.
I Love You Sam texts me back.
Do I love myself? Sam believes
I need a push of positivity
but I fever to touch bark
draped on a blood sap eucalyptus.
Can you give me forest eyes
over a floorboard of roots,
an untethered heart
free from machine sparks.
About the author:
Keith Mark Gaboury earned a M.F.A. in creative writing from Emerson College. His poems have appeared in such publications as Eclectica Magazine, Five 2 One Magazine, and New Millennium Writings. After spending his days as a preschool teacher, Keith spends his nights writing poetry in San Francisco, California.
Art: Bust, Museum of Natural History, Paris 13˚ by Roger Camp
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