The POTW: Verse Til It Hurts


POTW #765
(Week of 22 May, 2011)

Relationships continue to evolve with technology. Or not.


She wants me to read her Facebook posts
Although we live together
Facebook hears what matters most
Me, I get the weather
Her introspective macro lens
In paragraphs online
Exposed en masse with broadcast "friends"
Intensely intertwined
Her precious charming daily thoughts
Her pleasures and her wants
She wantonly donates the lot
To Faceless Corporate Confidante
O Internet, you dubious flame
I should be sad and bitter
But two can play this lifeblog game
I'm having a fling with Twitter

Copyright © 2011 by Dave Grossman

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