as a rover must.
I am welcomed to Newark
with an Uber accident;
I am welcomed to the beach
by satellites.
pretty fucked up
that my body—
a chemistry lab
made of meat—
simply chooses to
make me feel
a little bit nervous
for no reason.
going north
to never let AI write poems;
I am going south
to get a glimpse of forever.
hell is heaven
without the holy acknowledgement.