doles out enough words
to tease the snap, to blow up
the likes, the secret men
by the tens
scrolling by, stopping
for twelve beats
to pinch zoom the titles
of books on her night stand
they run their eyes over her
mother’s heirloom quilt
fashioned in times when to turn
a man’s head, all one needed
was lace and churn
it’s what she does
to curate imaginary
numbers, those viral
passers by asking
to see all of her, working
the long division
of labor illuminated
by a ring light, she calculates
her next move under a skin
of their adjectives
Friday Writings #243: By the Numbers
I really like this GM 👏 The pinch/zoom is something I take part in sometimes when watching people being interviewed in their homes. At the same time, that could all be curated too.
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ReplyDeletea man’s head, all one needed
was lace and churn
A homemade is all that is needed to turn a man's head! Nice lines gila-mon!
Hank
Such is life on social media, though it doesn't have to be. These days I only focus on the quality of the interactions, not the quantity
ReplyDeleteah can’t trust a thing online. it’s all performance. is there any world still existing somewhere, outside the stage?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery and description woven in your poem - Jae
ReplyDeleteBut no algorithm nor AI wrote that! LOL
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