ChatGPT Says it Can’t Analyze Why Things Happened the Way They Did

by
Meggie Royer

Because we didn’t know moss,

my brother would turn the rocks over in the yard

and place them to his mouth. 

They were bitter, damp, faint hint of licorice.

Dirt he shook that didn’t fall.

I learned colors 

from the birds; patience from the horses

who lived on the field

that would become a parking lot.

When the man came for me,

my brother apologized,

as if they were his hands.

This was to be expected:

there was always something

covering for something else.

This was how we lived, for years—

looking for things under other things,

long before we knew we were different,

like that moment of quiet

when I join my therapist’s waiting room

and she doesn’t yet know I am there.


Meggie Royer is a Midwestern writer and the Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Persephone’s Daughters, a literary and arts journal for abuse survivors. She has won numerous awards for her writing and mixed media art, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize several times. Her newest chapbook, A Violet Stretch of Sky, was published in 2025 by akinoga press. She thinks there is nothing better in this world than a finished poem.