Shannon Fricke

i abhor clicking on
social square avatars
like a woolly stray sheep
unless there’s a promise
to help keep me warm;
but whenever i scroll past
your pretty pixel’d face,
i always seem to dream
of cool mugs and cosy realities
so i’ve decided to follow you
as far as my eyes can see:
as far as a new kind of
virtual Elysium

In response to Follow, a one line poetry prompt by Terijo