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Prick
My robot heart cycles on
murky coffee, barbed wire,
and regular sex. The fur
on my palms cannot guarantee
affection. I was a factory
molded into a bullet; a mob
of flesh running on all
floors, hunting my own tail.
I love the first five minutes
of a crowd, when it forms,
the jagged angles no one
can explain. I love this city
where we worry about
getting killed.
