i am the machine and i work

my job used to be teaching a machine
to recognize complaints filed against police officers
that contained allegations of sexual violence
it wasn’t very hard
all i had to do was read a lot of complaints
and tell the machine words
that were commonly used in the ones that alleged sexual violence
it didn’t work though
the machine could never find anything i hadn’t already found
the person i was working for told me and my coworkers
to read more complaints and give the machine more words
but there are only so many words
at a protest in the summer of 2020
she told a crowd of people to be quiet and lie down for eight minutes
i just did it but one person awoke from her fake death and yelled
i am sick of lying on the street
nonsense is violence
it’s also the view through my window
which is always cracked open
my neighbor sometimes sings
it’s bad but not annoying
he doesn’t mean for anyone to hear him

Source: Poetry (July/August 2025)