Best Interstitial Poems

They vie out in dim farm-fields,
the smoke and the stars.
Not for touch, blood, or gold;
just a hundred seconds more.

I am awake so I must decide.

it’s unfair,
she said,
we both know that.  
And what responsibility isn’t
I had said.
I yawn and drive past the dead deer on...

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It’s good to know I wrote my stuff
and not some artificial.
I’d say it was intelligent;
that might be prejudicial.

Like steroids shot into the knee
go to the interstitial,
I ran an AI on myself;
I’m human, it’s official. 

The space between the ears: a void
that fills from time to...

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