The Porch
when the natural world as my flesh knows it ends
i will find a porch
no land i own, yet this
does not stop me
singing or taping
“the land owns me”.
when the exodus of humans, bionics, robots begins
i will plant myself into
this porch which was built
to grand estimates
moulding or sowing
depends on what
the land wants from me
they will march on blue lights into the metaverse without me
i will be on the porch
could this morning dew
be my elixir
weaving or reaping
in binary, the steel
petals sing in unison
“if you want to find yourself, melt away and join the circuit.”
Clare Roberts is a writer, musician, and theatremaker known for blending sharp humour and contemporary commentary on social media, class struggles, identity and belonging. Her work has been published in Moss Puppy lit mag, The Writer’s Workshop, Unpsychology Magazine, Bonnie Wee Zine (Coin-Operated Press), Glasgow University Magazine, and exhibited in the AfroScot Exhibition, Glasgow and the Triptych Magazine Exhibition, Edinburgh. Clare recently graduated from the MLitt Creative Writing programme at The University of Glasgow and is an emerging writer.
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