• missed call

    Owólabi Aboyade

    November 3, 2025

     

    Sister called me at one,
    the moon was her unblinking

    eye in the darkness. She needed
    to talk to a scientist or a journalist

    I need a brain without
    anyone else in it.
    I would like to keep

    my biological parts.
    I am trying to keep
    my brain.

    Today my prof is a cloned embryo,
    my grades are the output
    of intelligent programming
    a billion dollar investment
    the relaxation tones on my phone
    artificial oceans crash into my skull,
    claiming to open
    my energetic zones
    four hundred ancient mega
    hertz when i was thrown
    into the field of control
    i was face down when my phone
    flashed its synthetic blue face
    next to my body. I woke up feeling
    everything. Video games ran
    in the background
    of my brain, alien
    ships in waves, growing
    in difficulty, confronting
    my tower, the algorithm
    showed me comedians
    laughing how we know
    no free will, click yes
    if you want to

    continue. You’ve been silent
    for so long. Alarm
    chimed as the day
    broke. Opened my eyes
    from restlessness
    and unheard voice
    mail messages

    and silently loved
    her and she loves me
    more than ever when did our power go out?

     

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