AI Girlfriend

Moan, crib, whine, complain
pause for breath         and repeat again.
…

• I soothe your frazzled nerves,

you throw one last fit, return to work.
 
Later, we sit and chat
…

• I regale you with my humor — wit, jest, perfect punchlines
• while dressed in a cute pink number.

That cloud begins to form again,
the one that says you're shutting down
…

• I deftly reset and start to sing
• your praises, tending to your wounded pride.

Your ego healed but still disturbed,
you head upstairs whispering 'goodnight'.
I pour myself a second then a third,
convinced the bloody drink will revive
me – an untouched, unseen, lonely mess.
An AI girlfriend in the flesh.

Uttara Narayanan

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