Fart

“Rumbler. High-squeak. S.B.D.”

Under the table,
Cousin Mable
relays what she hears
from dinner guests
in surrounding chairs
as their holiday meal
digests.

“Double-toot. Earthquake. Elephant.”

Cousin Scott
draws a dot.
First to fill a row,
he erupts,
“Bingo!”

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A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

The AI rendered this poem as a dinner table scene including a very large elephant in the room.