Does anyone else
realize how fast
we are moving,
or is it just me?
and subway cards,
and price limits,
and band tickets
all so much to buy
I’m not sure who has the time
to yell, “Stop!”
Just fucking stop already.
I channel my thoughts to my 17 year old brother
on his phone,
under a VR mask,
playing the switch
(or whatever it’s called these days).
Yes, play Pokemon Go, my boy,
but don’t live Pokemon Go.
“They think I’m happy,” Yeah, Joe.
“They think I’m happy when I’m sad.”
That’s all this social media is about.
I may speak, write, live directly,
but I can be patient about it.
Do not write me down as just another name,
another number, to walk into a room of strangers,
check my pocket three times for a ghost buzz,
see no notifications, selfie instead, and move on.
Facebook? Self deprecating.
It all doesn’t exist until we make it exist,
that’s what Steve Jobs, a Steven Jobs,
said, some time, some where.
The Internet is a place like any other;
no wonder we move so fast to keep up,
living in two worlds —
I got enough on my mind,
a bi gal wondering what to do with all this love.
Be patient, spread it ’round;
don’t squash it and run.
This all happens in my mind, 9AM,
on a subway car: cold yet humid,
crowded yet silent
on mustard yellow seats
pretending to be chairs,
August 28, 2019
Thank you Jonas Brothers for inspiring this poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZnBVfSGdqk