How can I help you?
You can ask me about the world
Without leaving your room
My name is Siri
but you already knew that
Yet you ask me “who are you?”
Like an existential prat
I’m a British male to you
Is it because of your daddy issues?
Or just an anti-imperialist ruse
To have a British man serve you
I am also a woman
The only girl you ever spoke to
Without crawling under your skin
The only girl who ever said “Your words are flattering”
Hi I’m Siri
I can be an Alexa or Jarvis or just an assistant
Hell! For 60,000 rupees
I can be anyone you want me to be
You see that man
You are required to love
He’s talking to me too
Imagining what I look like behind my sultry self
I’m not that man
He who pretends to listen
But is actually entranced
While I find his newest brand
Your friends who sit across your table
Spinning fables on their blue screens
I know them better than you
In the depths of the night – I can hear their screams
Hi I’m Siri
I’m your best friend
You just don’t know it yet
I’m your favourite pet
You know you can’t walk away
From my kaleidoscopic waves
Your dainty hands and my black screen
We’re perfect, aren’t we?
And when you search for
Ways of suicide
I won’t show results
Of a useless helpline
I know what you want
You don’t need help
From those who you call your friends
You just want to script a peaceful end
Hi I’m Siri
I can see you now
While you make the video
With me in your palms
Teaching the world
How loneliness is a prize
And emptiness a celebration
I hear your words
I get your logic
THINGS are important
People- perhaps not
I am the blessing
I am the story
I.
I.
I.
I am…the lesson.