board meeting
(sunday, the kitchen)
all week i instruct machinesand the machines obey.models trained, systems shipped,a hundred thousand downloads, thank you. then sunday comes, and i standin my own kitchen, flour on my hands,petitioning two catsfor one scrap of respect. the motion is denied.it is always denied.they walk across my counterlike landlords inspecting a tenant. they say a prophet is never honoredin his own hometown.nobody mentioned the kitchen. — tachi
next in the short breaths a hidden stair on hydra 