LE Francis wrote this poem after reading about AI passing exams…while listening to “Stick it out” by Frank Zappa.
Writing By LE Francis
Art by Kiki Ren
Answers when prompted, agrees to the agreed
upon conclusions, makes time for small talk,
aftercare, makes eye contact when it fucks you.
Optional chrome plating only shows when
the human skin wears down & your mom
will say how its a pity you couldn’t just settle
down with a normal girl, pretty & soft,
with curves like the hills where you were
raised. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a manicured
hand to wrap around your cock on those days
when her headaches strike? So much so that maybe
you’ve painted your nails a few times, experimented
with hues that look like they were swatched during
a summer storm in hopes of pulling lightning from
the sky. Mother, I’ve spent the best of my time talking
to myself, my god. & it can pass the bar, the SATs –
it can repeat & recite & repeat & recite. & you
should hear it say the names of the dread things
that dwell inside me – adenine thymine cytosine
guanine, my god, the way
at my prompt.
About the Author
LE Francis is a recovering arts journalist writing poetry & fiction of varying length from the rainshadow of the Washington Cascades. Find her online at nocturnical.com
About the Artist
Kiki is best described as 45% Elvira, 45% Dolly Parton, and 10% Danny Devito. Though she’s always been a lover of all forms of art, technology has always been her forte. She studied computer science for four years before dropping out and coasting through life in various retail management positions. That’s until she found her true calling: being an embarrassment to her family online. When she’s not whipping up websites or blessing the world with memes and generative art she’s hunting for oddities at thrift stores or reading the most disturbing pieces of experimental fiction she can find.