Redline

Whenever I found a worm in a fruit
I didn’t throw it away
I celebrated it.
A sign that it was real
untouched by chemicals,
unspoiled by perfection.

These days, I feel the same
When I see a typo
or a grammatical mistake.
A tiny defect is a
human fingerprint.

A beautiful
but flawed sentence
is nothing but
a testament that it was—
untouched by algorithms,
unspoiled by LLMs.

It is a reminder
that being flawless
is not the same
as being authentic.