Maudlin House wants me to write something weirder—
It’s a no on the love poem in the style of Yeats.
Fair enough. “Never give all the heart” and all that…
Maybe I’ll float back down from Byzantium and find something with a little more local flavor
Maybe I’ll find some divine inspiration in my room—
Computer. Phone. Other computer. Nintendo Switch. Television.
Internet poem it is.
Digital companions are a decent approximation for annoying roommates until rent is due
Erm, we’re in late stage capitalism and the ocean is *literally* on fire son, or I have a tummy ache but I’m being God’s bravest soldier about it daughter?
You simply must pick one and suicide isn’t an option.
Early aughts tech optimism about the internet as the great unifier—now that’s a good bit!
And just as I get to thinking that it’s difficult to wax poetic about disdain for one’s fellow man
My phone buzzes, and then my screen lights up, and then my other screen lights up .
It’s a text from my boyfriend. He sent me a picture of two gibbons running up to each other and hugging.
Literally us, I respond and he hearts the message.
Maybe it’s a love poem, after all.
MarcMRodriguez