haiku appendix

precarity means
we go by the grace of god
if you trace its root

when we treat AI
as normal technology
the sky stops falling

boundary objects:
boy, the more we invoke them
the less sense they make

bless me papa geertz
I call for thicc description
journals say it’s fluff

stash, suss, spin, and spread —
eavesdropping for the hot goss
that will save your life

legitimacy —
what’s it mean to CTCs?
to see is to pay

legibility —
CTCs want to be seen —
seriously, pay them

we learn the system
we discern signal from scam —
what does baba say?

we gotta make do
we gotta keep the lights on
we gotta get paid

elfreda chatman
went to jail and old folk homes
before it was cool

we love her for that
although deficit-minded
she done paved the way

learn from the masters
turn the classroom inside out
apprenticeship reigns

irresolvable
it appears on the surface —
can we get along?

what's automated?
never context nor desire
nor identity

so much toil to write
an ocean of meaning in
a trickle of words

a satisfied mind
commits to the page today —
this poem the germ

pleasures of the zine
lie in its making but not
so much its reading