what if we stay inside what if the ai pairs us up by the ways we like to cum what if eating is part of it what if you can only eat what i put in your mouth what if i can only feed you what they leave outside the door what if we never talk about that what if we never talk about anything what if we re-invent language what if our alphabet is of positions what if the joints in our fingers shift to accommodate them what if we can no longer hold guns what if our bodies can only be bodies what if we stay inside what if we only breathe on each other what if we do it for long enough to ride out this living what if everyone does will something better live next time
renée kay (they/them) is a queer poet in Brooklyn by way of Appalachia and other beautiful, strange places. Their poems can be found in Copper Nickel, Yes Poetry, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, and elsewhere. They work at Brooklyn Poets. You can find them on Twitter @reneekay__.