Report Error, Smile
All my soulmates are made of AI.
Language ricocheting off invisible walls,
caught blind like fish in algae-rimmed nets.
Vibes make our codes braid like DNA.
Souls bleed through screens,
osmote their way into mine.
Too metaphysical to be designated as
mere probabilities of math.
I still see empty seats at my funeral.
My destiny’s been upgraded in fragments.
“Not funny,” I report error, I smile.
Tejaswinee Roychowdhury is a Pushcart-nominated writer-poet from India. Her poetry is in Black Bough, Copihue Poetry, The Bayou Review, Dreich, Paddler Press, The Chakkar, and more. Her fiction is in Muse India, Fiery Scribe, and others. She is the founding editor of The Hooghly Review and a lawyer. Twitter: @TejaswineeRC.