I Talk To ChatGPT & Ask It to Save My Life

Jaiden Geolingo, United States

Yeah, let’s crash-test these naked canvas bodies into each other,

envision it as an avant-garde parable. Let the setting

be a field of manuscript pages in the proximity

of a half-lit fire. The allegory of it. all And take my crowbar, too,

and amputate the chordophones, watch the strings thrash

around like whips, make necklaces of it, the macabre

as a mode of symbolism, the birds dropping like lightless moths.

Create a bibliography of sharp grief. Create my dissertation

on the necessity of robot Frankensteins, how they can save the world.

In each heroic story there’s always some death, and I need you

to give me a masterplan on how to go out with a bang. All my friends

are neck-deep in a lake of algorithms. But not me. Never me.

Place me in the grand scheme of things, in the pyrotechnic shows that

leave grotesque marks on every passageway.

Write my poem.

My doctor has gone M.I.A. I think I’ve grown to be a hedonist in the night.

Show the world a dictionary of tripwires, then run around in circles.

Take my hand and show me love.

Take my hand and show me love.

Jaiden Geolingo is a Filipino writer from Macon, Georgia, and the author of How to Migrate Ghosts (kith books, 2025). Winner of Poetry Society of America’s 2026 Student Poetry Award, his writing appears or is forthcoming in diode poetry journal, DIALOGIST, The Shore, The Tupelo Quarterly, Poetry Society of America, Writers Digest, and elsewhere. He is a Best of the Net nominee and a 2025 National YoungArts Winner. Someday, he will be good at math.