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
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__.