your computer warned you
your computer warned you
but you didn’t listen
and so the computer crashed
with 28 tabs open
and an endless
an endless
an endless
news cycle
it’s like the feeling of
attending the funeral of a summer camp friend
on a 70 degree day in December
none of it is right
but you breathe
and with skin rubbed raw
you draw new life
but
yes and
still life
you try
beyond the edges of the filter
yes and you breathe
but then
she told you
being a woman is the hardest thing she’s ever done
and he said it’s hard just being a person
still you wonder
what’s the cure for feeling
so fucking old
but what’s the cure
for feeling so damn young
yes and
you breathe
you’re not very good at making your bed
but you do it anyway
you try
because it’s yours
you remember pictures
that have expired from snapchat
you don’t always
need all the words
and sometimes disconnecting
makes you connect, even still
and it doesn’t need to start or end
it just is
This visual poem was originally published using Sway and appeared in Pop Warrior, Issue No. 5 on July 21, 2016.
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