we weren’t meant

for the Internet.

to “know” people

thousands of miles away,

to “reconnect” with people

from high school

(except at reunions)

to evaluate

–and be evaluated by—

the masses deemed

haters, fans, or followers

(what happened to the lovers?)

–f*ck even the language is mutated

bellwether terms abbreviated,

and so knelling

(you can’t unring that bell)

because we are all so inundated

(here kitty, kitty Grumpy cat)

besieged by media

point and click

like and share

& comment and emoji

(the ugliest hieroglyphic)

and

we all gtg

(right the f*ck now)

and we all know we have to gtg

(awakwhtgtg)

because it’s right there

–on fuh beebs

on Instagram

on Snapchat

on an app as yet nascent, and

is that awkward?

not for long

NFL & sure

lol

which doesn’t mean lots of love

but loads and loads of derisive braying out loud laughter

–a nervous response, in an inundated world

such shallow-ed terms

–which rhymes with hallowed , and is its opposite

damned you know

when all dams are breaking loose

–f*ck, why can’t I just order all of life online?

why isn’t there an app for that yet?

(the tech titans are falling behind)

I want to print my pizza.

I want to post my need.

I want to stare at this screen until the final screen falls

–when my system is no longer compatible with new software

–when my epitaph reads like a meme.

I sutured

– – my future – –

sewed it up tight,

threaded the needle

to join

dark with light,

hitching w stitching

the known to

the knots,

evenly looping

I pulled coils taut–

hemmed, then

the haws, when

debating the wholes,

– – missing a model – –

so fashioned a role,

at first thread,

this worsted,

wasn’t a fit

– – so snipping

these vestments,

I tried different knit,

& basted unhast’ed

a garment from heart,

a tailored creation – –

darted with art.

I gorged on

stillness…

chug-a-lugged the opposite of what ails me

(to the dregs)

tying off on the high of a

sudden privacy binge

–itself a purge—

and so civilized

–going pagan

to wrap myself around

my unwrapped “altogether”

and dance without reflection

recalling her

–the one who’d gotten me into this

–me.

The “she”  before this made all reflection

a freak show–

–and tell…and tell…and

.hell.

dancing yet more freely as

no one watches

anyway

–and by no one, I mean

everyone watches

but him

still–

glutted, I gloat now

all but, and some bloat

–how

I revel in so much air

d

 o

  w

   n there

↵and every direction north of there↑

bound chest exploding

boom-boom

(chicas)

boom-boom

meringue

in whipped up release

minus the frenzy

–no other can hear,

C

or out do.

w presence desired or disdained

–just me.

and I’m back

waa-laa!

and just me

taa-daa!

(is enough)

misfortune a maiden

not nearly so grey,

(before dye)

after all

is said and

done-done-gone

–augering

the return to me.