Two poems about the ways I'm tokenized and asked to respond as a technical POC in the industry.

Any contribution I make will either be ignored or exploited to sell their idyllic, inactive intellectualism.

The interrogation of the robot’s motives interrogates its algorithms, its programmatic lineage, its manufacture, the factory of its origins, the mountains from which its metal was mined.

How is an article about surveillance by a woman who admits her madness to be taken seriously at all?

Technologies have politics and games have aesthetics, but neither of these factors are immutable; there might still be time to rewrite the purpose of the iPhone’s accelerometer and motion co-processor.

The changing faces and storefronts reveal another chapter in the long ugly history of race and power.

Many of us do not know what a private body looks like.