Poet’s Press: A new poem on what gets delivered, and what gets lost, as robots take over

Alicia Cook. Photo submitted by the poet. The Last Mile by Alicia Cook Five delivery robotswait on the corner for work—autonomous prostitutesunder a blinking store sign.Their small pixel hearts blink red,but their owling eyes wink dead—sent out nightly for the lastmile no one wants to walk.One glitches and slumps off therutted edge of the cracked […]