AI automates investigation,
answers inquiries,
assuages insecurities.

AI adopts images,
addresses indecision,
abbreviates introspection.

AI annoys intellectuals,
acknowledges iconoclasts,
attracts innovators.

AI allows inexorable
academics instant
acceptance into
arenas interminable.

But it cannot rock my baby,
strike a match to light the candle,
or fill the cup with tea.

AI cannot stroke the red-brown hair
that drapes the collar
of my husband’s shirt,
nor can it search for scissors
to trim it a little bit.

But I can.