Knee replacement seems an affront to me.
An insult to my body’s integrity.
taking out the knee
which served me so faithfully,
to be replaced by utter falsity.
It will work as a joint should, assuredly.
But, it really means my new knee
is no longer the real me.
The me who knocked together,
whenever I was afraid, with the other.
The knee who knelt in the pew to pray
within the family group every Sunday.
The knee which moved the feet
when I practiced my ballet,
and danced across the stage
on tap shoes, then all the rage.
The knee that touched yours
when we danced close,
hearts beating down to our toes.
The knee where every baby bounced
while we played horsey and laughed in glee.
The knee that pushed me to my feet
to object to opposing counsel in court;
or at a hearing to enact
what I considered an unjust act.
The knee that bent down to sow
seeds in a garden bed cleared of weeds.
The knee that pushed away
an unwelcome hand or worse.
The knee that I slapped in glee
when I heard a funny verse.
I love that knee.
I hate to see it go.
Part of me goes with it, I know.
Piece by piece each surgery,
has diminished the real me.
My reaction is a form of PTSD
recalling all the times I was told
I was too much, or not enough.
Did my body listen to such guff?
Did I push my knee too hard,
dismantle its soft protective layer,
to satisfy too many others?
It is only a knee, you say.
Not to me. Not today.
annarino writes 
AT NOT AI
Artificial intelligence is askew.
It mispronounces names when I try to make a phone call.
I Then must make the same error to chat-up a friend,
or order a pizza or a ride.
It misspells words as I write. No text, no essay, no poem
is safe from un-related words and ideas.
Every few moments I must review or a single word
shifts all those which follow until I forget
where my thoughts were headed,
or as AI just told me my thoughts were “ceded.”
AI has ceded my thoughts to its own.
This is artificial thought- AT; not intelligent at all.
Ads pop-up to block the knowledge I would glean
from newspapers journalling the news.
Scrolling down only un-leashes new ads to view.
To reach family, friends or businesses by phone
I must mispronounce and match AI errors to get through.
AI is training me. I am not training it; or as it states
I am “trailing” it. I trail behind my own ideas and actions
to allow AI to proceed to guide me I know not where.
I soon become unaware of my own brain.
My own thoughts become lost and I, unaware.
I am betrayed in ways I cannot accept.
We underestimate the power of our minds
to override the fault lines of our brains.
AI is not artificial intelligence.
It is artificial thought.
It is a thinking process like a brain.
It is artificial thought or AT.
Like all thoughts within our brain,
our mind knows thoughts must be constrained.
Our minds modulate and regulate our thoughts.
Propriety is the hallmark of sound thought,
the peacemaker and moderator
of any civilized society.
We must correct the nomenclature of AI
and call it AT in order to keep it in its rightful place,
under our control, protecting our community.
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