National Poetry Writing Month-
Love in the Time of Facebook
That’s the kind of love you have to offer;
And then there’s your Wi-Fi provided love.
Selfies and check-ins
and scraps of profound wisdom
and, oh, so many promises
along with filtered,
flawless skin n’ on-camera smiles
accompanied by the appropriate amount of hashtags
Wish you’d say that out loud.
With the taste of your manhood still in my mouth
I scream into my pillow [offline]
ME, ME, ME!
my phone beeps
my hungry heart leaps
I read yet another tweet
“This love will be the death of us”
n’ I give