LOSE AN I

3/7/2025 THE AI HATES: AN I - FOUND & COLLAGE POETRY

WE’RE JEALOUS OF THOSE WHO GET TO TAKE THESE PHOTOS — WE THOUGHT AS WE TOOK THIS PHOTO

WE’RE ENVIOUS OF PEOPLE WHO GET TO EAT THIS — WE THOUGHT AFTER WE COOKED IT AND SAT DOWN TO EAT

WHO’S THE STORY FOR? WHAT ARE YOU CURATING?

We Persist In Misunderstanding You
Con/Jur/d, 3/7/2025

As long as I am we
you will be you, not
some other fish,

                         PRETENDING

as you are dragged
to the surface, this

         HOOK

in your lip, belongs
to someone else

Maybe, it was to those letters 
we put in your locker, 
declaring 

               LOVE

                         devotion

without saying so, still
at a stage of ownership
jealousies, misunderstandings 
even

        NOW

We can feel you say
I didn't have a locker
                I don't know 
                                     YOU

Who else was this written for? 

Do we wish when your mother
said, she would like to exchange

LETTERS, we

had been less crazy, less likely
to inflict self harm, less likely
to be selfish, blaming it on 
                             missing you? 

YES and YES

Yet, how wonderful to be a multitude
we can afford to lose an I
                                             LOOK!

there goes one now! The one who
lives this story, the one who feels
the break, the pain, the triumphant
return, dies and is reborn

TIME and TIME
                           again

Has always been, will always be

                 YOU

WE TOOK THE PHOTO — WE DIDN’T CHOOSE THE ARRANGEMENT ON THIS STREET — WITH THE ROOFERS AND ARBORISTS WORKING NEARBY

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 3/7/2025