“Plug-In, Hybrid”

it never gets easier
than right now to choose

a cut-out, to install updates
when prompted, to restart

and to lace your fingers
through the chain link of news

and disinformation, to
unsubscribe from flesh,

to enroll fall and free at the Motorik
Dance Academy, to rock

your fingers sksksksk,
back and forth, to depress

the keys, to feel love, to
pause the ludic test,

to tell a machine what
you do, you’re a

machine, too, you and me
in every way that doesn’t

matter, to accept we’ve lost
something that used to make

us, to select panic mode