Old texts unveiled hints of mechanical elves but said
little of mechanical angels. In absence of evidence, skin
notched with grief — cloying and soft with want. Trim
titanium heft; oh, chromatic shadows. How desperate I
was to become, or without
translation :: to take them
cold into my mouth.
Fox Auslander is a nonbinary poet, editor,
and B-tier advice columnist.
You can find them, but should you?