metallophiles
i.
they say robots aren’t a part of the circle of life / but there are these metallophiles / they like to eat me when i sleep / the curves of my body are formed from nibbles /the early morn’s barrel of sunlight shoots the dew into my robo skin / i’m in heat between the railroad tracks and steel wheels / stalled cars on the other side of the automatic arm / watch my strip tease / and i wonder if they still want my metal tits after the twentieth car passes.
ii.
sparks are flying / im really going now / commuter clubbing at seven a.m. / silver skin reflects mirror skin like golden streaks of the sun / ‘now that’s a shooting star’ / *whistle whistle* / *flash of my phallic tattoo carved from the key of an incel*
iii.
when they start to stone me / i just eat the rocks / i am consuming always / just like the engines / chugging out exhaust / drinking in gasoline / eating / shitting / i take the pebbles as pennies / to build for myself copper eyes / the rocks as paper bills / to soak them into mache / make tiny versions of myself / like a fertile robot.
ABOUT THE ARTIST

Abigail Cain is a writer hailing from Appalachia. She is the author of Girls are Fish, a novelette to be released in 2027 through Girl Noise Press. Other works of hers can be found in manywor(l)ds, Jardin Zine, Chainmail Poetry, among others.
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