machine learning

i teach my hands to make shadow puppets.
the puppets gain souls & i lose my hands.
together, a camel & a rabbit go frolic 
in the grape-flavored dark. i keep asking myself
if i was ever not a machine. what is next?
what is next? my digital teeth download 
into a necklace. i have begun to think
it is impossible to teach yourself anything. i watched
as my mothers hid between the prongs of forks
& i followed & followed until i was this person. 
the repetition is what's hard to untangle. tell me,
who was i when the world was only nectarines? 

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