Has this holographic world
In which I play god with my thumb
Overridden the art of truly getting
To know one another?
Text me your handle and
I’ll stalk you for an hour
To see if all checks out:
Your style, your wit, your dreams,
What you ate for breakfast.
The presentation—is it too calculated or not enough?
By the end of my exploration I am either
Totally in love
Or you’re just another number.
Either way, you can be completely sure
That it’s just a projection
So take no compliment or rejection—
Always a fragile image captured through
This is a circus ring
In which we feed the fears like rabid lions
Parade our crippled oddities for
The sick thrill of likely validation
Faulty guru in starry robes sits atop her throne,
Toting sponsored bytes of advice
Tickets are free and hours are eternal
At least until the app crashes
And you’re stuck, marooned in your own
Narrow construction of reality
They say it’s just an illusion
But if I am simply pressing buttons
To capture my life,
At what point do I become
Am I just a quivering mirage?
Have I become the 2D?
Well, fuck it, I’m addicted,
Let’s be 2D together.
You say loneliness is killing you,
And I know,
Because it’s killing me too—
A romance for the modern age