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The Mourning Robot

                                      

They came with machetes
asked if we knew the way to Wonderland.

 

We were built to love
the dead, to open our mouths
and sing praise to broken

 

bones, hands over our eyes,
aluminum sheets over our hearts.

 

They wanted us to see
with our electric tongues, taste salt
and black silk over strangers’ faces,

 

weep in gilded rooms
on our well-oiled knees,

 

understand what it means
to kiss oblivion.

 

We need nothing
in return. We only ask for our moment
with the moon, that pale face like

 

beautiful teeth, mourning
how some things only ever shine
in the dark.

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Angela Liu

Angela Liu is a Chinese-American writer/poet based in NYC and Tokyo. She is a three-time Nebula Award and 2025 Astounding Award Finalist. Her work has also been nominated for the Hugo, Locus, Ignyte, and Rhysling Awards. She previously researched mixed reality at Keio University in Japan with a focus on new narrative platforms. She now writes about intergenerational trauma and weird things. Her stories and poems are published/forthcoming in Clarkesworld, Strange Horizons, and Lightspeed, among others. Check out more of her work at liu-angela.com or find her on Twitter/Instagram @liu_angela and on Bluesky @angelaliu.bsky.social.